Since I saw Wu Tang Clan last Saturday night, I've been a little speechless, it's only now that I'm starting to be able to put my feelings into logical sentences.
When we first got to Festival Hall, I thought we were going to get rolled. The street was lined with trashed guys screaming at cars and causing shit. It was an absolute sausage fest- at least 85% guys. Since moving to Melbourne I've noticed that there aren't as many lads as there are in Sydney- I take that back. It seemed like every lad in Melbourne turned out to see the Wu. The crowd was a weird mix of crack heads, cool kids, older nerds, wiggers and I even saw a goth or two.
By the time Lil Jon started the crowd had mellowed out sufficiently. The dickheads forgot what they were fighting about and everyone seemed transfixed. I'm sure the fact that every third person there was puffin on a fatty had something to do with it. The joints didn't stop either; a massive bloke in front of me chain smoked eight HUGE ones, then watched the rest of the gig with his head tilted slightly to the right.
Lil Jon had so much energy; there was no break between songs, he just kept on going. Wu Tang were... incredible. The word doesn't nearly describe what I mean- it was one of the most fun gigs I've ever been to. Beers were flowing, fatties were burning, some crazy bitch was on stage spitting vodka at the crowd, and the cream of the 90's hip hop scene BROUGHT THE MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS! I've never felt so white.
Check out the video, whoever filmed it must have been plastered coz they can't hold still, but the audio is pretty good. It's got Cream and Bring the Ruckus- they messed with them a bit it was awesome.