Friends, beer, Eyehategod & Crowbar shirts... what's missing? Oh, yeah, the band! Coming over from Aberdeen by bus allowed for many Pantera-style hijinks and by late afternoon the 6 of us, my own band, 2 of our girlfriends and one good friend were more than ready to get our NOLA on and rock the hell out.
After about an hour of trying to find the venue (thank goodness for the maps application on Crisp's iPone) we got there to find a collection of people who could well have been our clones - a great sign that we had finally found the venue, a wonderful, small venue that would certainly have the necessary energy to keep Phil Anselmo happy. The other clue was hearing the band's soundcheck of 'Nothing In Return'.
Being an early bunch of arrivals we had us a few beers, spent a LOT on merch and headed straight for the barrier. We had made it. The opening band had a lot of energy and certainly had a lot of talent, however they seemed to have an identity crisis and may have believed themselves to be Lamb of God. Not necessarily my cup of tea but everyone else seemed to like them. However, nobody came to see an opening band. This was Glasgow's night to be buried in smoke.
Lysergik Funeral Procession was loud. Very loud. Kirk (in a kilt), Pepper, Rex and Jimmy powered through the intro, my jaw dropped to the floor at the sheer sonic assault I was experiencing for the first time from the New Orleans quintet in 3 years. Then came the moment everybody seemed to be waiting for: Phil Anselmo appeared on stage and owned the venue from the word go.
They had it all, undoubtedly; great songs, great sound quality and best chemistry I've seen from a band in years. Songs from 'Over the Under', 'A Bustle in Your Hedgerow' and the legendary 'NOLA' were recieved like the best drug one could imagine. As songs like 'The Path', 'N.O.D', 'Ghosts Along the Mississippi' and 'Stone the Crow' came and went, we all went insane. Sadly, though, some people weren't observing the time honoured laws of the pit and I needed to get a beer before I literally killed those behind me.
Following 'Stone the Crow', the question from Phil came. "What do y'all wanna hear?" The crowd was divided between 'Stained Glass Cross' and 'Bury Me in Smoke'. The latter won, and was played fantastically. The energy of the band and the crowd was feeding back and forth; although the days of Pantera are behind us, the charisma and power of Phil Anselmo, and for that matter, the rest of the band, hasn't disappeared at all. If anything, they all seem to be doing better than ever.
So, how do you do an encore when you've already played your 'hit'? Close with something from the new album? It's so crazy it just might work - and work it certainly did. 'Nothing in Return' was absolutely fantastic, with the crowd singing in unity. Could it get any better? Well, actually, yes. Phil wandering to the front of the stage, microphone in hand and singing a truly immortal line.
"... And she's buying a stairway to heaven!"