The 2010 Revolver Golden Gods Awards
04/08/10 – Club Nokia: Los Angeles, CA
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OK, I admit it, I totally geeked out last night. In the deep trenches of confusion over guest lists vs. will call along with a “black” carpet ceremony, I was informed that my press credentials were at the VIP table. So I head into to the clusterfuck that is the VIP area outside Club Nokia in downtown Los Angeles when I became the meat of a rock royalty sandwich. On my left side is the King of Darkness – Ozzy Osbourne and his people. To my right were Slash and his entourage, trying to get through. In front of me stood God himself – Motorhead mad man Lemmy Kilmister. Looking me straight in the eyes I simply said to the famed Rainbow Room resident “I don’t think I belong here”. He told me he felt the exact same way. It was this moment that I realized that the 2010 Revolver Golden Gods would be a far superior experience compared to last years inaugural event.
Once inside the venue, the show kicked off with co hosts Andrew W.K. and six time WWE champ Chris “Y2J” Jericho doing test shots for the TV telecast. It was at this point that the violent aggressive meatheads in the crowd (and much like last year, there were plenty of ‘em) began to boo Andrew W.K. – something that would occur all evening. If 2010 is my year to discover Andrew W.K (as I hope to catch him this summer on Warped Tour), let’s just say it didn’t get off to a good start. It’s not that he was bad, it’s well, and actually yeah he was bad.
As far as the presenters go, there were some truly amazing moments. While I won’t tell you who won (ok, so there is a spoiler or two below, but you get the idea), the action was non stop all night. From Alice Cooper and Rob Zombie presenting together to Marilyn Manson bringing up the fight of the West Memphis 3, seeing so many stars in one place on one night was truly magical. But you can catch all that on VH1 Classics in May; my job is to share with you what went down on stage from some of Metal’s biggest acts.
The first musical act of the night was legendary rock God – Slash. Playing in support of his just released self-titled record, the axe slinger welcomed a plethora of guests to the rotating stage. First at bat was Andrew Stockdale of the band Wolfmother. It’s amazing to me, no matter how hard he tries, this guy just fails. While his vocals sounded fine on “By The Sword” – between the outfit, the moves and just looking like a scared child at the schools music recital, I was not impressed. Thankfully I was able to drown out is Robert Plant rip off vocals and focus on Slash (who believe it or not I have never once seen perform live). Alter Bridge and Slash’s touring front man Myles Kennedy came out next for a song I believe is called “Back From Cali”. I am not very familiar with Alter Bridge, but lets just say Kennedy has indeed undergone a Sunset Strip makeover since teaming up with Slash, and it worked. His voice sounded great, the song kicked all kinds of tail end and I could easily enjoy a full set with him behind the mic.
From this point on, the set went from solid to superb. He may have told me he didn’t belong, but when Lemmy joined Slash on stage for a rocking version of “Doctor Alibi” well lets just say he sure as hell didn’t seem out of place. As soon as the last chords wrapped up from the final “Slash” original of the night, the bands bassist and drummer quickly exited the stage. As soon as a bass was slapped on to Lemmy, Dave Grohl snuck behind the large kit and the band busted out the Motorhead classic “Ace of Spades.” This was hands down the musical highlight of the night. Watching the three living legends bash out one of the top 10 heavy metal juggernauts of all time was a once in a lifetime moment that I am truly thankful to have witnessed.
AS I LAY DYING
It’s crazy to think that these San Diego thrashers have been on the scene for almost a decade now. In a lot of ways, they are responsible for me revisiting my love for metal after years and years of only listening to jam bands like Phish and moe. Having seen the band at least a half dozen times over the years, the highlight of the brief three song set was the debut of a song from their upcoming record The Powerless Rise. The songs title is “Beyond Our Suffering” and let me just say it is brutal. The duel guitar attack of Phil Sgrosso and Nick Hipa never lets up, and give the perfect backdrop for the deep growl of vocalist Tim Lambesis. From the opening number “Confined” to the set closing “The Sound of Truth”, sadly three songs in fifteen minutes is just not enough As I Lay Dying for me. With the earlier mentioned album about to hit record stores, I can’t wait to catch these guys headline later in the year.
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
I have now seen The Devil Wears Prada three times. I am sure they are nice kids, but they just don’t do it for me. The breakdowns are cool, but I feel the vocals of Mike Hranica are a bit weak and the entire thing just feels forced. The band opened with “Danger: Wildman” and did a nice job of having songs segue into each other. Their breif set closed with “Assistant To The Regional Manager” which you can view below.
I have an open invitation to any The Devil Wears Prada fans. I feel like I want to like these guys, but I am missing something. If you catch these guys on the road later this year, send us a review, tell us what the appeal is, because I am cleary missing it.
THE BRIAN POSEHN ALL STARS
Last years host returned to the stage at Club Nokia, this time to perform a track from his recent comedy/metal record – Fart & Weiner Jokes. Backing Mr. Poshen (who for the record is a kind and wonderful human being) was Drummer John Tempestra (Testament, White Zombie) bassist Joey Vera (Armored Saint), guitarists Brendon Smalls (Dethklok), Scott Ian (Anthrax, SOD) and my ex girlfriend* Brett Anderson (The Donnas) on backing vocals. What’s sad is despite being totally sober, and watching the same song performed twice (you have to love TV tapings eh?); I can’t even tell you what it was called. I think it’s probably because I couldn’t stop staring at Brett. I mean dude, wow she is hot and she had some very sexy boots on. Ok, all stalker tendencies aside, the song was basically what you would expect from this group of talented thrashers. Anchored down by Vera and Tempestra, the song (which produced the largest pit of the night, go figure) was some silly diatribe about being more metal than you. During the second take, I saw perhaps the most disturbing thing all night. Some juice head d-bag in an affliction shirt and his Rock of Love reject girlfriend picked a fight with some skinny screamo kid. As the trailer trash repeatedly smacked this poor kid, the same thug bouncers who had a kid arrested from consuming cannabis laughed as this poor kid was attacked for no good reason. Just another excuse for me to hate everything that is Club Nokia at LA Live.
I could write a novel on how rotten Dino Cazares is. However, he strikes me as the type of guy who is lame enough and petty enough to sue me for slander. So instead of telling you stories about him throwing out homophobic remarks at the Rainbow Room staff or how I once watched him flipped out and refused to sign an autograph for members of the Armed Forces on leave from Iraq, I will just tell you this. For me, Fear Factory died when Burton and Dino kicked Christian and Raymond out of the band. From here on out, I refuse to call them by that name in print until the situation is made right. So for those who choose to support those two no talent ass clowns, I will tell you this about their performance. Before the band played two new songs, and “Replica” (complete with Burton “Bon Jovi Hair” C Bell and his trademark flat and off-key vocals) Vinnie Paul and Joey Jordison presented an award (spoiler alert) for best drummer to the late Avenged Sevenfold skin pounder James “The Rev” Sullivan. As his family was accepting the award on his behalf, Dino (who was getting ready to perform) peaked from behind the revolving stage and was doing this “I am so cool dig me routine”. It was rude and disgusting, yet completely expected from the likes of Dino Cazares. I know I am not alone in rolling my eyes anytime Cazares is riding coattails backstage, and I know many who agree with me that he is a pathetic piece of shit. Heck, I am sure there was a reason he got the boot from FF in the first place. So while I did watch Fat Factory perform, they were the only band I didn’t shoot video or photos of, as they were not worth the space on the memory card. Lets hope this bastardization of a once great band doesn’t last very long. Likewise, Christian and Raymond, I hope you win your lawsuit against these guys.
Now that I am done getting the negative out, how about we do something positive? Lets talk about Marilyn Manson. Here is my take on Mr. Brian Warner. Very smart guy who makes crappy music. So the fact I got to hear him speak about something as important as the West Memphis 3 was a treat indeed.
I saw Rob Zombie twice in the late 1990’s and was not impressed either time. He seemed to be out of breath the entire time and just seemed to not be feeling the crowd and music. Not being a fan of the original Hellbilly Deluxe mixed with me being butt hurt over the break up of Rob Zombie, I walked away. Over the next decade, when not running into Mr. Zombie at Baja Fresh, I have pretty much ignored him, his music and his movies (I did catch the tail end of Halloween at Festival 8, which was a blast seeing as I had a blank space where my mind should be). Recently, a copy of Hellbilly Deluxe 2 ended up on my desk and I decided I needed a laugh and put it on. You can imagine my shock when instead of laughing; I actually really enjoyed the album.
Closing out the show, Zombie (armed with main axe man John 5 as well as the live debut of new drummer – the extraordinary Joey Jordison of Slipknot) took to the stage and bitched out the crowd. Backed with Bud Light ads and banners for the Jimmy Kimmel Live show (which is supposed to air April 22nd), Zombie ranted and raved about how dead the crowd was and how they didn’t have to play if they were not showed respect. My initial thoughts were- Great, here we go again another dreadful performance. After a “Zombie” chant failed to take hold and fans began throwing garbage across the venue, actor Danny Trejo came out on stage, ripped off his shirt and left. The confused crowd just stood around and collectively said “wait, that was that dude from that movie wasn’t it?” Zombie and band mates followed and ripped into a rocking version of “More Human Than Human”. I have to be honest, I don’t think I have ever seen Jordison play so slowly, ha-ha. From there, Mr. Zombie mentioned how he knew the fans didn’t want to hear new music, but he had to play just one song. Thankfully, he picked my favorite from the new album “Mars Need Woman”. With larger than life moves, Zombie owned the stage, stomping in tune to the thunderous riffs of John 5.
The band once again left the stage as roadies tore down all the Bud Light/Jimmy Kimmel flare. Upon the return to the stage, Zombie kept true to his word and played exciting and well executed versions of “Thunder Kiss ‘65” and “Dragula”. By this point, he had the fans in his pocket, as the crowd pogo and bounced off each other. Thrilled, Zombie decided to close the night with some OT fees for the union boys. Declaring he would raise hell if the PA turned off, Zombie screamed “Superbeast” and not missing a beat the three piece backing band dove straight into the original Hellbilly number.
While it was only five songs, Rob Zombie’s headline set at the 2010 Golden Gods triumphed over the other sets of his I have witnessed. The man has grown leaps and bounds as a performer, is energized and has a backing band that simply destroys. It almost makes me wish I was heading out to the land of the dirt people to catch him on Mayhem later this summer.
If the first annual Golden Gods was a massive embarrassment, the second annual Golden Gods is clearly on the right path. We have BET awards, Country Music Awards and the laugh out loud loser-fest known as The Grammy Awards®. While there were a few issues, the show never had a dull moment (compared to the massive wait between bands/awards etc last year). The fact that fans were able to vote for the winners versus record companies paying for awards was a brilliant idea, as was the rotating stage for bands. With a full TV camera crew and a presenter’s podium that stuck out into the crowd, I really can’t wait to relive this wonderful night on VH1 Classic in May. Cheers Golden Gods Awards – thanks for a wonderful night, I can’t wait to see you next year.
*Ok, sure she may have grown up a few miles from me, but sadly I dated a gal from Gunn High School, not Paly. Hey, I can dream right?