Publication: hit parader
Date: July, 1997
j sanderson (email@example.com)
j sanderson (firstname.lastname@example.org)
page: 16 title: caught in the act author: michael callahan The conservatively-dressed, straight-out-of-the-'burbs, middle aged couple was strolling leisurely across New York's legendary Broadway- until they stopped dead in their tracks. There, in front of them, right in the heart of the Big Apple's famed Theatre District was a sight straight out of a Fellini casting call...or a Grade B horror flick. Hundreds of kids, decked out in some of the most morbid, shocking and downright bizarre attire ever seen by mortal man, lined the streetlight-illuminated boulevard like ghouls waiting for a big night on the town. "What's going on here?" the woman gasped as she grabbed her husband's arm in obvious fear. When the equally befuddled companion was unable to offer a sensible answer, the pair turned to a young passer-by to inquire about the cause of the eye-popping scene. "It's a concert," the guy stated matter-of-factly as he continued merrily on his way. Just as he was getting out of ear shot, the couple shouted out "who's playing?" With that, the guy just smiled and pointed to the giant marquee on the corner- almost lost among the countless other bright lights that glittered along the world-renowned "Avenue Of Broken Dreams." Only four letters adorned that marquee- four letters that explained everything to the initiated, yet left our middle-aged visitors as dazed and confused as before. Those letters read T-O-O-L. As the totally confounded couple immediately proceeded to distance themselves from the proceedins as rapidly as possible, focus shifted to the milling throng that had gathered outside in the evening chill, waiting impatiently for their chance to pass through tight security barricades and get inside the cavernous hall. Sporting an array of shocking haircuts, blood curdling makeup jobs and clothing that would have been turned down by any half-sensible good-will drive, the crowd looked and acted ready for anything. That (sic) hadn't come necessarily to just listen to Tool, they had come to be part of the evening's festivities. "This is the hottest show of the year," said one guy who had decided to cover his face and hair with a layer or white flour. "This is the only place in the world to be tonight" Backstage, far away from the festering commotion outside, Tool members Maynard James Keenan, Daney Carey, Adam Jones and Justin Chancellor, were quietly going about their business, seemingly oblivious to the riotous state of affairs created by their sold-out New York appearance. They proceeded with their business-at-hand doing the various time-honored rituals that seemingly every rock performer does prior to every concert. Little could one have guessed from the band's rather mundane pre-show activities that two hours of barely controlled musical mayhem was about to begin. "We're trying to reach our audience on a deeper psychological and subconcious level," Carey stated. "Kids will mosh to anything these days. But we want to accomplish something more than that. No recording can capture what happens when four musicianswho have a similar cause play together in the same room. Live is what this band's about." Tool soon set out to prove the validity of Carey's statement, taking tp their eerily lit stage and delivering one of the most intense, probing and exhausting shows in the long annals of rockdom. Drawing equally from their albums, Opiate, Undertow and the recent chart topper, Aenima, Tool's set never came up for air, continually probing the dark side of the human soul with soul-crunching power and brain-ripping lyrical invectives. But it was the band's best known, MTV-friendly material, particularly Sober, Prison Sex, and Stinkfest(sic) that drew tha already ecstatic crowd to an even higher plateau, turning them into a frothing mob ready to answer Tool's every beck-and-call. It was the kind of response the band had been seeking, and from start to finish they seemed to drawtheir own power directly from the audience's seemingly bottomless reserves of energy. "Getting on stage with a crowd like that is a true communion," Chancellor said "It's taking our music to a much more personal and profound level than we can ever hope to acheive by recording an album."
Posted to t.d.n: 06/02/97 14:35:33