Here is my review (originally for Metallus Maximus) of the Amon Amarth/Eluveitie/Holy Grail show that took place at The Opera House on April 21, 2010. You can read the original here, accompanied by some terrible pictures I took with my iphone.
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Natalie Zed (text) : Where are you? I’m by the bar.
Lily The Pirate (text): I’m at your Mom’s. She says hi.
NZ (text): FU
LTP (text): On the streetcar.
NZ (text): Hurry up. It’s 1985 in here. Also, I have spotted three Viking helmets and some chainmail.
LTP (text): Gaaaaaaaaah. Fast as I can.
LTP: Whew! That took forev—holy crap this is awesome.
NZ: I knew you’d love it. They played the opening to Conan The Barbarian just before they came on.
LTP: Goddamn, this dude can wail.
NZ: You and your eighties vocalists.
LTP: Are you denying his goodness?
NZ: Never! I highly approve of his hair.
LTP: Aw yeah.
LTP: Flutes are metal.
LTP: I hate you.
NZ: I think that’s a balalaika (Russian folk instrument)!
LTP: Oh, Eluveitie. I’ve missed you.
NZ: Remind me: is the frontman one of your fictional boyfriends?
LTP: HUSBANDS. Fictional HUSBANDS.
NZ: Deepest apologies.
NZ: This? Is so much fun.
LTP: Look how happy everyone is.
NZ: I love it. The shockingly cheerful violence. Warms my black little heart.
NZ: I see a smoke machine.
LTP: I see black light.
NZ: Whoa, those dudes are moshing.
LTP: They’re still playing the intro music!
NZ: There is nothing about this that is not awesome.
NZ: Hold my phone.
LTP: Here it comes.
NZ: *Runs into the pit, gets a boost, and crowdsurfs*
NZ: *runs back, panting and grinning*
LTP: Feel better?
NZ: Just popped my crowdsurfing cherry. Can die happy.
“Under The Northern Star”
NZ: These are my people!
LTP: Hoo boy. Here we go.
NZ: RAWWWR GAAAH!
LTP: Sorry! Sorry everyone. She’s a Viking now. Goddamn.
NZ: I am pregnant now.
NZ: It’s going to be a boy.
“Live For The Kill”
NZ: Johan Klegg is King somewhere.
LTP: King of your dreams?
NZ: Whatever country he rules, I am going to move there. I am going to wear a breastplate and eat wild boar every day.
LTP: I am not coming to visit you.
Quote of the night: “I am a man now. I just felt my ball hair turn to steel wool.”