Das Tier
After two hours of freezing and being lashed by the piercing wind, I was rewarded, as the doors of SC “Olimpiisky” opened their jaws and let us in the waiting interior. At first, the things didn’t look good, I stood in the seven or eight row, but the crowd was shifting constantly, like am example of Brownian motion. So, I managed to worm my way through it and stood in the third row, where I remained to the end of the show, beholding my heroes. Rammstein.
The supporting band, Combichrist, was fine. After the boring performance of Exilia at the last concert, I didn’t expect much and was pleasantly surprised. But the true Gods were yet to arrive.
And they did it, breaking through the curtain, in the rays of light. Till was magnificent, as always. His theatrics never stop to amuse me and his voice was as powerful as a thunderstorm. And I’ll be damned, if all of them aged even for a month! They are like the beautiful knights from a fairy tale, so young and full of energy!
The show itself was fantastic – the fountains of fire, explosions, deafening and exciting. Flake “swam” in the boat on the crowd’s arms. Dear Flake, he would be a wonderful court jester, had he lived in the times of the kings and castles. Getting kicks and smacks from Till, he was finally symbolically burnt in a bathtub – just to reappear, like a Phoenix, in a new, sparkling suit.
And highlight of the program, of course, was an artificial cannon, shooting with soapy foam. Right, during the “Pussy”. People became all excited, pushing each other so hard, that in the end the first ten of the row fell down, like grass under a scyth.
When the show was over and I left the hall, I was wet to the last thread. And happy to the last cell in my body.
The supporting band, Combichrist, was fine. After the boring performance of Exilia at the last concert, I didn’t expect much and was pleasantly surprised. But the true Gods were yet to arrive.
And they did it, breaking through the curtain, in the rays of light. Till was magnificent, as always. His theatrics never stop to amuse me and his voice was as powerful as a thunderstorm. And I’ll be damned, if all of them aged even for a month! They are like the beautiful knights from a fairy tale, so young and full of energy!
The show itself was fantastic – the fountains of fire, explosions, deafening and exciting. Flake “swam” in the boat on the crowd’s arms. Dear Flake, he would be a wonderful court jester, had he lived in the times of the kings and castles. Getting kicks and smacks from Till, he was finally symbolically burnt in a bathtub – just to reappear, like a Phoenix, in a new, sparkling suit.
And highlight of the program, of course, was an artificial cannon, shooting with soapy foam. Right, during the “Pussy”. People became all excited, pushing each other so hard, that in the end the first ten of the row fell down, like grass under a scyth.
When the show was over and I left the hall, I was wet to the last thread. And happy to the last cell in my body.