Weak set. Few highlights.
Next up are one of tonight's co-headliners, and Fozzy hit the stage with the kind of energetic fervour you'd expect if you've ever heard their music or seen the live before. Chris Jericho is on fine form, moving around the tiny stage at an alarming pace throughout. Lead guitarist Rich Ward himself bounced around like a mad man, as I stood there watching him he reminded me of Slade's Dave Hill (if you don't know who that is, think back to the video of that Christmas track and to the weird looking guy with a hat jumping around like a mad man on guitar). With Jericho's vocal range it would frankly be criminal if this band didn't cover that Christmas song. Right erm, back to the show...
It was one of them though unfortunately, you know it's not the greatest show in the world when you're standing there mainly just thinking inane thoughts. It just felt like after the first ten or so minutes it lost momentum. It really needed something to move away from what felt like the same song over and over so as the band started to play Enemy, the reaction was so big it just felt like you couldn't possibly be watching the same band at the same gig. The crowd erupted into a huge sing along and a sea of movement, with the participation being so impressive the band prompted another sing along of the chorus after they had finished. It's hard to be too critical of both this band and their live prowess, mainly because they look like a bunch of guys just having a load of fun, and to be fair they had quite a hardcore set of fans down the middle who they seemed to satisfy enough.