Okay loves, Copenhell kicked off yesterday, and it was honestly amazing. When I first arrived, I’ll admit my festival mood wasn’t there, but as soon as Underoath hit the stage the sun came out. We were there, and here are three of my top things from Wednesday.
The Offspring, still got it?
I may be the wrong person to ask this. Wednesday was only my second time seeing them, but I can happily say that it was the best performance I’ve seen from the band itself. The energy that they all displayed. They were in sync. From the moment that they all came out on stage, I felt the audience was very much ready to sing along to their all-time favorites. I was prepared to get proven different from that horrible set at Slam Dunk last year, which left me utterly shattered.
But kicking off with” Come Out And Play”, I knew from that moment that I was not getting a moment’s rest. But then again, I am such a fan girl that I was with friends in the pit. From that song, until they played their cover of” Blitzkrieg Bop”, people were not standing still. They even gave us an encore; no way in hell would they be allowed to leave the country if they hadn’t played” You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” and” Self-esteem”. Dexter has been sounding amazing lately, and the rest of the band is just absolutely on fire. Noodles was even impressed that he hadn’t fucked anything up yet.
But jokes aside, this is a serious review. The Offspring are more than they have ever been, sound-wise, and they managed to put together the dream setlist. Is there a new one in there? Yeah, but that’s so fine. That gave us time to catch our breaths after partying in the pit. And I could see that the pit wasn’t the only one having a giant party; the hill was as well. They had the audience’s full attention, and we were hanging onto every word. The banter that Noodles comes with is funny; he continues to be one of the funniest people in music.” We broke the world record for attendance here”, likely they did. Likely he was just taking the piss; who knows. But if you weren’t at The Offspring, that’s fine, but you missed out on the most insane concert ever.
Gosh, if I could see The Offspring once a year, I’d be happy.
Standout Sets
Who the fuck is Empire State Bastard?
What I’m about to write may be harsh; maybe it’s just me who doesn’t understand how the hell Biffy Clyro vocalist decided he needed a second band that’s the complete opposite of what he has gotten famous for. Because honestly, that wasn’t good. Well – it got good? Like we needed to find our footing, but once they got more into it, we got there in the end. Fuck it, I am still undecided. I liked it, but I hated some of it.
Let’s welcome St. Digue.
Suppose you’re into electronic, mixed with a vocalist that reminds you of nothing less of a perfect vocal mix of Robert Smith, Siouxsie Sioux, and Ian Curtis. In that case, you need this duo in your life. I didn’t even know how much I needed it until I saw it last night. The audience was there, alive even though it was the first day of Copenhell, and we had all been drinking, and it was late. This was actually a highlight for me, but what was even more highlighting was the moment I remembered what I love about Copenhell. It was right in that set when I looked at my friends and at how St. Digue had given us a party that some of us maybe had needed for some time.
A moment to switch our brains off and a moment to be in the present while going to a fucking rave.
