I went to
an event I was much looking forward because of one of the bands that was featured on the poster. No points this time, but you have by the end of this post to figure out who :)
The location of "Lacul Morii" was good and bad in the same time, good, cause it is an isolated island in the middle of the lake, and people can make as much noise as they want without disturbing the "local wildlife" as I call it. Bad, because the access road was about 2 kilometers long, distance one had to walk in a scorching sun. I even called my best friend to ask her if that was the road to hell. ["Drumul oaselor" mai precis].
No wonder one felt an uncontrolable urge to buy coke once arrived in the premises. From left to right, yours turly, Bach and Anita.
The festival began around noon and continued long into the night. I only got there in time to catch BACKYARD BABIES, some rockers we used to watch back in the glorious days of Headbangers' Ball. Here's a picture,
and here's a video:
Amazingly, all the punk looking attenders seemed placidly quiet.
We then moved closer to the stage to have fun listening to THE RASMUS. Good show, slight change in the audience, although a smashing majority seemed crippled by boredom.
Nothing of such kind could be said about us, after all we had a nice warm-up listening to AC/DC between shows, and already had major fun disecting the lyrics. "I'm not afraid in New Yourk City" - "He's probably the only one not afraid in New York City." - "Yeah, he's probably the one causing havoc in NYC, that's why." - "Yeah, it's good being on top of the food chain".
So when THE RASMUS came on stage, we were already fired up and ready to go. Of course, we couldn't help remixing lyrics, so after the glorious end of their show with "In the shadows" - what else,
we kept on going with "I've been jumping, I've been screaming" and so on.
However, the highlight of Saturday night was THE PRODIGY. They were here before, but this was my first time to see them perform live. Quite responsible for the demise of the rock community back in 1994, when every metal head shifted to techno and industrial, these guys kicked ass. The crowd went wild and they didn't stop for 2 hours. As my best friend likely put it, "UNLEASH HEEEEEEELL"... No wonder they said they wanted us to wake up the next day with a fucking headache. I was more worried about a fucking muscle ache...
Sunday I arrived even later, just in time to catch ILL NINO who made a strong impression. Mixing latin beats with sheer metal, not to mention a strong sense of humour, these guys ROCKED.
I'm so ashamed about the Romanian public who most of the time just sits there and nods. They surely deserved the "Are you fucking tired or sumtin'" remarks.
And now, to my personal highlight of the evening, THE CULT. Not exactly metal, but truly entertaining. I don't know why they were lined-up after Ill Nino, as the music couldn't be more clashing... I was very extatic, as they played all their hits and 2 new tracks. I jumped and danced "like it was... umm... 1999"... and me and my best friend were probably looked at as people usually look at swedish movies without subtitles :P Nearby a man in his 40's was screaming his lungs out for IAN and BILLY. If you never heard of them, don't feel bad, neither did the rest of the audience. BUT if you ever listened to the "Gone in 60 seconds" original soundtrack, you might have come across "Painted on my heart", a mind haunting ballad from The Cult.
[And now, shameless copy/paste from an older article I wrote about the band:]
Well, I’ve discovered them in 1993, when I recorded "Wild Flower" from MTV’s "Headbanger’s Ball". I loved their wild energy and the way this band performed on stage. Honestly, I couldn’t sit down while watching this video. Back then I thought it was a new album, but in fact "Electric" was released in 1987. I began collecting their albums and also found out they have been around for quite a while, initially as "The Southern Death Cult", then as "The Death Cult". I have these albums as well, although they are quite hard to come by these days. Success finally came after shortening their name to "The Cult" and recording their 1985 effort – "Love".
As a long time follower of their career, I noticed their style evolving from the garage days, Sisters of Mercy like tracks to more mature songs, with a distinctive sound of their own, a catchy line, a sensual, unmistakable voice, and the charismatic presence of their front man, Ian Astbury.
If you want an album to get acquainted with a great band, you should definitely get your hands on "Pure Cult", a collection of their most popular songs. There was a time when I would play it every day, from start to finish. That time lasted very long, and for someone who gets easily bored, that should say something.
[Shameless copy/paste ends here.]
Ah, the reason we don't have any pictures from the magnificent second day of the fest, is that the camera's memory card was left in the laptop...
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