I knew it was going to be a difficult night when before Dillinger Escape Plan hit the stage, there were 10 security goons in the pit and about 8 photogs. Chaos was on the menu tonight and it didn’t surprise me in the slightest when after one song, we were told to vacate the pit. Pronto!
Seems to be a common occurrence at Billboard. There’s one little security dude who pulls the pin at the first sign of an energetic crowd.
But… it wasn’t so much as the crowd partaking in the old crowd surf… it was more the members of Dillinger jumping over our heads and into the crowd seconds into their mindfuckingly energetic, frenetic, chaotic set. Holy fuck! What the frag was that?
Never have I experienced a band like this. So maniacally gung-ho. So intense – yet still managing to play complex, intricate musical stylings. It’s as if the five members of that band are all playing different songs at the same time yet managing to meet somewhere in the middle and it all kinda makes some sorta sense! Wow!
As stated, the photogs were told to vacate the pit but we congregated on the each side of the stage and pretty much did our work there for the majority of the band’s set.
It still proved to be a difficult exercise. The entire set was atmospherically dimly lit so I found myself pushing the camera more and more after each and every shot to try and get some sort of result. Fuck it, this would be a good time as any to practice and see what I was made of. Damn you to hell lighting man, you ain’t gonna beat me that easy!
Opening proceedings tonight were the much hyped Periphery – who failed to impress me to be perfectly honest and a bunch of southern rock crooners called Maylene & the Sons of Disaster. Can’t say I have ever heard of them but they both paled into insignificance after the chaos that Dillinger Escape Plan brought to the table.