If you didn't see Ghost at Stage AE Friday make sure you go the next time they're in town. This is a performance that's as much about the spectacle as it is the music, which by itself is pretty good. The ghouls can let loose and rock out when they need to, but not so much that it gives rise to a single crowd surfer, let alone mosh pit. And whichever Nameless Ghoul came up with the idea to cover The Beatles' "Here Comes the Sun" deserves a medal. Like the rest of the performance it was perfectly calculated, tongue-in-cheek, and expertly executed.
Funny moment during the opener, King Dude. Right before Dude hits the opening chords some drunk guy hollars out "You don't have a bass player!" Dude maintained his stoic visage but it seemed to deflate most of his self-induced severity: they performed in front of a faded, tattered American flag, which ranks about a 9.2 on the "cliched disobedient gesture" scale. If Dude sold his soul to his beloved Lucifer for musical aptitude, he should ask for a refund.
Here's what happened:
|Incense before the performance|
Shout out to the dude wearing the old Miroslav Satan Penguins jersey. Well played, my friend.
-- B. Conway