Holy fucking shit, thats all I have to say.
That concert was fucking mean. Subtract and Dawn of Azazel wiki opened for them, pretty mean.
It was me, Joe, my brother, Nick, Shelley and Becky who went.
The lead singer of Dawn of Azazel has a massive tribal goat head (symbol of rebellion) tattoo on his chest and he is a constable in the NZ Police. They tried to kick him out of the force for being in this band just because it has satanic lyrical content and talks about killing the weak. People in this country are wooses. He also said that Children of Bodom were from Sweden, but they’re from Finland. I’ve seen him before moshing at Amon Amarth, and at Oblivion a few times.
Pretty small venue, the Transmission Room. Like 150 (??) people crammed into this tiny room. The mosh pit was crazy. And then Children of Bodom came on. The only songs I can remember them playing was Needled 24/7, Hatecrew Deathroll, and Mask of Sanity (/fav). All of which went crazy. Little circle pits opening up now and then. I’ve never been so squished in my entire life.
And poor Becky, the look on her face. I’m sure she’d never seen anything like that before. But she was still getting in there and moshing with everyone. Was a little bit embarassing when my hand was squished against her boob by a wave of people hahaha. She was cool about it tho. Afterwards when we were all sitting in BK she was like “holy fuck you’re all a bunch of freaks, never again” rofl.
And there was some guy behind us who kept chanting “Tits, out, for the boys, Tits out for the boys”, so annoying, I so wanted to turn around and punch him in the face… but he was kinda big. Jerk.
Every time a song started you’d just get pushed and thrown from one side of the pit to the other, coming across your mates every now and then. Shelley was loving it getting in there and shoving people (what she does best lol). Hardly even saw my brother, Joe was standing off to the side cos he was a bit sick from the mould in his room at home
. So most the time it was just me and Nick, and then it occasionally Shelley and Becky would turn up.
By the end of it I thought I was going to vomit from exhaustion (and the only thing I’d had to eat was a Red Bull). Everyone was just soaked in sweat. You could even see sweat and vapour dripping down the walls, and probably off the roof too. Was siiiick. I wonder if they even had the Aircon turned on.
Then as everyone left the streets of Auckland become over run by bogans and metal heads. Everyone else is like what the fuck as these rowdy cunts cruise down the footpaths, stopping occasionally to thrash out a drunken or stoned metal riff on their air guitar. In the middle of the road.
So just had some BK and then went home. Fucking mean night.