Saw Metallica on the olympic stadium in Helsinki.
Executive summary: marred by sub-optimal sound, and thoroughly fucked up queues but still good.
Indeed. Arrived in decent time – but had to line up for more than half an hour before getting inside the stadium. And that only due to cutting the line at just a fifth from its head. Only one gate for ground access, through which some 20 thousand people try to fit. Security was just a couple of pats (and turned into an amok-y run later, according to friends).
Missed both warm-up acts. Would’ve been interesting to see Slipknot, but that was not meant to be. Heard some of their songs while on the line, and the sound seemed awful.
So, finally make it to the stadium and turns out that the local GSM cells are horribly overloaded. No calls in or out and text messages also fail. So much for locating friends that took a different route in.
Ran into a couple, but both groups were headed into wrong directions. Decided to move over to the track, since the lawn was just packed. Ok visibility, had two screens – initially in sync, but later moving to show different output of cameras.
Set list was as follows:
(Ennio Morricone's Extacy of Gold as intro)
Harvester Of Sorrow
Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Sad But True
Wherever I May Roam
Nothing Else Matters
Master of Puppets
Jump In The Fire
Seek And Destroy
All in all a decent selection of songs. Expected more (at least Some Kind of Monster) from the newest, and was especially surprised by the total lack of tracks from Load/Re-Load-era. One, Fuel and Sandman had pyro, which was kinda lost in the still-well-lit Helsinki night. One also had dialogue snippets from Full Metal Jacket in its intro (as well as the already familiar bits from Johnny Got His Gun playing in the video screen).
Missed a couple of mainstays: Last Caress, Am I Evil and Four Horsemen for starters. But you can only fit so many classics in two and a half hours.
All in all a decent gig. The band was in good mood – James uncharacteristically jolly in his raps, Lars and Kirk their usual selves. Robert Trujillo, the new bassist was adeptly described as a cross-breed between a weasel and a gorilla in Helsingin Sanomat. Even as a card-carrying Newsted-fan, I’ve got to admit that he was very very good in his subhumanesque interpretations of old classics.
According to a quick calculation this this was my seventh Metallica-concert:
- Helsinki, 1988 (Damaged Justice).
- London, 1990 (warming up Metal Church as “Vertigo”).
- Helsinki, 1992 (Black album).
- Helsinki, 1993 (Oulunkylä outdoors-show).
- Helsinki, 1996 (Load).
- Turku, 1999 (Garage Inc.).
- Helsinki, 2004.
Looking forward to number 8. Let’s keep the interval shorter, too.
And no rain either.