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Tuesday, October 31, 2023

Sonic Temple 2023: Tool, Deftones, KISS and the Return of the Foo Fighters i Spiral Out Network Coverage

 

Sonic Temple 2023

Columbus, Ohio — A weekend of kings watching kings


Tool, Deftones, Puscifer, KISS, and the emotional return of the Foo Fighters made Sonic Temple 2023 one of the most memorable rock festival weekends in recent memory


Sonic Temple 2023


In 2023 I made the pilgrimage to Sonic Temple Festival in Columbus, Ohio, a city that sits at a strange intersection of music history.

The home of The Shawshank Redemption. And the place where Dimebag Darrell was murdered on stage.

Rock history lives there in strange ways.

Sonic Temple is a multi day festival run by the same people behind Louder Than Life in Louisville, Kentucky and Aftershock in Sacramento, California. They know how to run a rock festival. The logistics are tight, the lineup is massive, and the crowds show up ready to lose their voices.

This particular trip, I decided to be a little gluttonous.

Instead of roughing it like a normal festival rat, I splurged on the top tier VIP package. The kind where the financial damage happens up front, but after that everything becomes smooth sailing: free food, free drinks, shaded lounges, and comfortable seats for all three days.

It was wildly expensive.

And absolutely worth it.

Three days of rock and roll with unlimited food and drinks.

That is not a festival.

That is rock and roll aristocracy.

But the real reason I was there was the lineup.

For one weekend some of my favorite bands were all sharing the same bill: Tool, Puscifer, and Deftones, along with bucket list acts I had somehow never seen like KISS and Rob Zombie.

And then there was the big one.

Foo Fighters.

This would be their first major show back after the devastating death of drummer Taylor Hawkins. For a while there was real doubt about whether the band would even continue.

Then the announcement came.

Josh Freese.

For people who follow drummers, that name carries serious weight.

Freese is arguably one of the greatest modern rock drummers alive. His résumé reads like a crash course in alternative music history: Nine Inch Nails, A Perfect Circle, Devo, The Vandals, Weezer, and studio sessions for more records than anyone can reasonably keep track of.

If rock music needed a utility player who could walk into any band and immediately deliver at the highest level, Josh Freese was always the answer.

He also happens to be responsible for some of the funniest Instagram posts on the internet.

So the math worked out like this.

A Perfect Circle drummer.

Playing with a childhood favorite band.

At a festival where Tool and Puscifer were also performing.

I didn’t really have a choice.

I had to be there.


Day One — Tool

The weekend began with Tool. They played what you could call their bread and butter set, but when the bread and butter includes songs like Stinkfist, 46 and 2, and The Pot, nobody complains. They also played Invincible, which has one of the best live breakdowns of any modern rock song.

As someone whose creative life has been heavily shaped by that band, I’ll just admit it plainly.

They were great.

Maynard James Keenan had noticeably high energy that night, possibly fueled by the knowledge that one of his favorite bands, KISS, would be playing the same weekend. The band sounded tight, confident, and locked into the sound they have spent decades refining.


Day Two — Rob Zombie

Day two kicked off with Rob Zombie, a performer I had somehow never seen live.

You get exactly what you expect musically: Living Dead Girl, Dragula, the hits.

But the real attraction is the stage show.

Giant robots. Alien monsters. A full B movie horror circus happening behind the band.

I do wish they had waited until dark for the set because the visuals would have been even better, but seeing Rob Zombie headbang next to a giant robot on stage is still something I’m glad I got to witness.


Puscifer

Next came Puscifer, Maynard’s wonderfully strange side project.

They were touring on Existential Reckoning, and the show might be one of the most theatrical live performances in modern rock. The entire set feels like performance art mixed with satire.

Synchronized dancers. Aliens. Men in Black style characters appearing throughout the show.

And at the center of it all is Carina Round.

Her voice floats above the chaos with a haunting beauty that feels almost otherworldly. Watching her perform live adds a whole new dimension to the music. There is a grace and intensity to her presence that pulls the entire show into a different emotional space.

Puscifer is something Tool cannot be.

Where Tool is disciplined and intense, almost sacred in its seriousness, Puscifer is playful, sensual, theatrical, and strange. It allows Maynard to explore places musically and emotionally that Tool simply cannot reach.

It is satire. It is melody. It is performance art.

And somehow it still sounds incredible live.


KISS

Then came KISS.

A band I never thought I really needed to see live.

Until I saw them live.

Suddenly I felt like I had stepped directly into the movie Detroit Rock City.

Gene Simmons was doing the full Gene Simmons routine: spitting blood, wagging that enormous tongue, breathing fire like some ancient demon summoned directly from the seventies.

Paul Stanley, still somehow half rock god and half motivational speaker, flew across the crowd on a zipline while delivering speeches about the eternal power of rock and roll.

It was theatrical. Absurd. Completely over the top.

And I am very glad I got to see it before they finally shut the whole machine down.

But the strangest moment of the night happened off to the side of the stage.

Standing there quietly.

Watching.

Maynard James Keenan.

Watching one of your favorite singers watch his favorite singer is a strange experience. Watching a person who influenced you watch the person who influenced them.

A spiral.

Very Tool.


Deftones

Next came the Deftones, arguably one of the greatest bands ever.

Earlier in the day I had the chance to go backstage and briefly meet a few of the guys, including Steph Carpenter. His calm, relaxed demeanor stands in perfect contrast to how crushingly heavy the band can sound.

Deftones live on this cliff edge between brutal heaviness and melodic beauty.

They’ve been occupying space in my ears since I was about fourteen years old. They are a band I have lived a lot of life alongside.

They’ve never been a massive radio band the way some of the other festival acts were. They never relied on a string of huge mainstream hits.

And yet they still draw massive crowds.

Because their fans know every word.

Soft songs. Heavy songs.

Does not matter.

Deftones feel like something sacred.

Like they belong to the fans.

Not the industry.

Ours.


Day Three — Foo Fighters

Finally it was time.

Foo Fighters.

The album The Colour and the Shape practically lived in my CD player during middle school, but the band toured so constantly that I always assumed I would eventually see them somewhere by accident.

Then Taylor Hawkins died.

And suddenly I realized I had made a mistake.

I had passed up dozens of chances to see them.

I had accepted the possibility that I might never see the Foo Fighters.

Then came the announcement.

They were coming back.

Starting with Sonic Temple.

And behind the drum kit would be Josh Freese.

An odd pairing on paper.

But an exciting one.

The band launched into their set with the energy of a group reclaiming something. They have so many radio hits that even if you have never listened to a Foo Fighters album front to back, you still know half the songs.

But I was there for three moments.

My Hero.

Performed first with just guitar as a dedication to radio legend Matt Pinfield, standing on the side stage. Quiet at first, then slowly building until the band exploded exactly when the emotion demanded it.

Then Monkey Wrench, an older hit with massive harmonies and one of those choruses that thousands of people can scream together without missing a word.

The nostalgia monster was eating well.

And then the moment I had been waiting for.

Everlong.

One of the greatest songs of the modern era. A song I had waited nearly thirty years to hear live.

And when it finally happened, it was everything I hoped it would be.

Everlong is haunting. Beautiful. Complicated.

A love song.

And somehow also a goodbye.

Standing there hearing it live, after everything that band had gone through, carried a weight far beyond the music.

It was magic.


The Weekend

The entire weekend was pure self indulgence.

And I did not feel guilty about it for a second.

I had worked hard. I bought the ticket. And for three days I lived like rock and roll royalty.

Great seats. Backstage access. Free food and drinks.

My favorite bands playing one after another.

I watched the kings of rock perform.

And at times I watched the kings of rock watch the kings who came before them.

There was something cyclical about the whole experience. Artists inspiring artists. Generations passing the torch. Influence spiraling outward.

It was a strange and perfect weekend.

Exactly what I wanted it to be.


If you enjoyed this festival write-up, there’s more where this came from.

Read more field notes from the road and the pit.

When We Were Young Festival 2023 — Las Vegas
A chaotic emo reunion that almost got blown away by the wind.

Tool at the Sphere — Las Vegas
Danny Carey talks about the future of the band and the possibility of a new album.

Artist Spotlight — Jacob Roanhaus
A conversation about Tool posters, creature creation, and the strange places art can take you.


Written by Kris West
Spiral Out Podcast
www.spiraloutpodcast.com

Saturday, October 21, 2023

When We Were Young Festival 2023 Review | Blink-182, Sum 41, The Offspring – Spiral Out Live Coverage

When We Were Young 2023: Nostalgia, Chaos, and the Soundtrack of Being 16

Las Vegas, Nevada — A weekend where time folded back on itself


Thousands of people screaming the same songs they did twenty years ago. That’s not nostalgia. That’s proof the songs never left.

When We Were Young 2023


Las Vegas built an entire festival around a simple idea: nostalgia.

Not the soft, romantic kind either. The loud, sweaty, eyeliner-running kind that lived inside warped CD cases and burned MP3 discs in 2004.

When We Were Young 2023 promised exactly that.

A lineup stacked with bands that once lived on the walls of Hot Topic and the pages of Alternative Press: Blink-182, The Offspring, Sum 41, Finch, Motion City Soundtrack, Simple Plan, Yellowcard. The soundtrack of teenage bedrooms and MySpace pages.

But before a single distorted guitar chord could ring out, the desert decided otherwise.

Day one was canceled because of wind.

Not rain.
Not lightning.
Wind.

Which in Las Vegas, a city that builds pyramids, volcanoes, and entire Venetian canals in the middle of the Mojave, felt both absurd and infuriating.

Thousands of aging emo kids stared at locked gates while their teenage selves screamed inside their skulls.

Luckily the festival had a second day with the exact same lineup. No split bill. No alternating bands.

Every band played again.

Which meant salvation and chaos.

Because suddenly every fan had to make the impossible decision of who to miss.


Day Two: Enter the Sardine Can

By the time we got in, thanks to some last-minute scalped tickets, the place was already packed.

Not concert packed.

More like subway-at-rush-hour packed.

Or if we're being honest…

A little like herding sheep.

Food prices that suggested the chefs were using ingredients mined from the moon.

Drinks that cost more than most of the band shirts.

You learned quickly not to eat.

Not to drink.

Just survive.


Motion City Soundtrack

We started with Motion City Soundtrack, a band that somehow managed to age better than most of the crowd.

Justin Pierre walked onstage with a cane after dealing with some medical issues. A strange visual that somehow felt appropriate.

There's something about emo singers and canes.

Maybe it's symbolic.

Maybe it’s just years of emotional damage catching up with the knees.

Regardless, they sounded great.

Catchy hooks, tight playing, and a crowd that knew every word. The band had the audience completely in their hands.

For a moment it felt like 2005 again.


Finch

Next was Finch, a band that for many people disappeared sometime around the mid-2000s.

The sound wasn’t perfect.

A little rough around the edges.

But that didn’t matter.

Because the moment those iconic screams and melodies hit the air, something primal woke up in the crowd.

People who hadn’t moshed in fifteen years suddenly remembered how.

There’s a strange psychological phenomenon where hearing a song tied to your teenage years makes you want to break something.

Finch triggered that instinct beautifully.


Simple Plan, Avril Lavigne, Yellowcard

These were bands I didn’t originally care for.

Back in the day I probably rolled my eyes at them.

But time does something strange.

Songs you once hated begin to feel nostalgic.

Comforting.

Like running into someone from high school you used to make fun of but now kind of like.

Maybe they were always good.

Maybe I was just an asshole teenager.

Either way the crowd loved it, and somewhere in the back of my brain I realized those songs had quietly become part of the soundtrack of my life.


Sum 41: The Unexpected Violence

Then came Sum 41, who were on their final tour.

Something about that fact lit a fuse in the audience.

The energy turned violent.

Not dangerous.

Just honest.

Real punk rock violence.

The kind that feels like therapy.

Whether it was their punk roots or the massive fire effects surrounding the stage, people were moshing harder than anyone else that night.

And I loved it.

Sometimes chaos is exactly what a crowd needs.


30 Seconds to Mars: The Cult

Then came something stranger.

30 Seconds to Mars.

I always liked the band. Jared Leto has charisma, talent, and the ability to look like a vampire who opened a yoga studio.

But I did not realize you could watch a cult perform live.

Because that’s exactly what this felt like.

Jared Leto, dressed like some sort of futuristic space ranger, strutted across the stage like a prophet addressing his followers.

Confetti cannons fired.

Fireworks exploded.

Fans were invited onto the stage like disciples being welcomed into the inner circle.

At one point I wondered if this was what Charles Manson was aiming for before everything went wrong.

Not literally drinking the Kool-Aid.

But spiritually?

Yeah.

Everyone in that crowd drank it.


The Offspring

Then came one of the highlights of the night.

The Offspring.

Tight.

Precise.

Efficient.

Like a perfectly tuned engine.

They ripped through hit after hit including Come Out and Play, Self Esteem, and The Kids Aren’t Alright with effortless confidence.

Their crowd engagement was flawless.

Every song sounded exactly how you remembered it sounding in your car when you were 17.

It was nostalgic without being tired.

A reminder that some bands simply know how to do this better than everyone else.


Blink-182

And finally…

Blink-182.

The real reason most of us were there.

For years the band felt cursed.

Tom DeLonge left to hunt aliens.

Mark Hoppus battled cancer.

Travis Barker survived a plane crash.

Every possible cosmic force seemed determined to kill this band.

And yet here they were.

The original trio back together again.

Middle-school version of Kris could barely process what was happening.

They ripped through classics like Anthem Part Two, The Rock Show, Feeling This, Dumpweed, Man Overboard, and Violence.

Then came the inevitable.

All the Small Things.

What’s My Age Again?

Dammit.

Fire shot into the sky.

Confetti cannons exploded.

The band joked like idiots between songs the way they always had.

The chemistry was still there.

It felt like watching something that wasn’t supposed to exist anymore.

The show built toward a ridiculous crescendo. Fireworks bursting over the desert sky as the band blasted through the closing songs.

At one point I realized something strange.

The fireworks weren’t just exploding in the sky.

They were exploding all over our faces.

And nobody seemed to mind.


Final Thoughts

When We Were Young 2023 was messy.

It was overcrowded.

Everything was too expensive.

You spent most of the day trying not to die of dehydration.

But somehow that was also exactly what being a teenager in 2004 felt like.

Loud.

Chaotic.

A little miserable.

And completely unforgettable.

For one day in Las Vegas, thousands of adults with bad backs and fading eyeliner got to remember who they used to be.

It was fun.

And it was hell.

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