Ghost opened the night with what I can only explain as a very dark, intimidating presence that soon transforms into a mix of the Moody Blues, Satan and Blue Oyster Cult. The six nameless ghouls took the stage and proceeded to rock out their evil plan to “spread its unholy gospels and, furthermore, trick mankind into believing the end is ultimately a good thing”. I have to say, this band was so much fun! What does that say about me and my faith? Let’s not get into that.
First and foremost, I want to extend my best wishes to Mikael Åkerfeldt of Opeth, who was hurt in a car accident shortly before the show tonight. Although I was bummed out that I could not see and photograph the band, one’s health and well-being takes precedence over anything. So with that I wish Mikael a speedy recovery and look forward to seeing Opeth next time our paths cross.
After they took their exit, there was a a long wait for what we thought was going to be Opeth. As I mentioned before, we were told that there was an accident and that Mastodon would be coming on in 20 minutes. The reaction was that of a football game. Some people booed as if it would have helped change the past events and as I learned later, some left at that point. Most people cheered though, as to offer support to Mikael from afar and stuck around for Mastodon.
The band came out and wasted few words as they drove into some new songs from The Hunter, and many from Crack in the Skye and Blood Mountain. Brent gave warning at the front of one song, warning that his voice may go out, because he was pretty sure it would. They added a number of songs to the end of the original set because of the band absence. Drummer Brann Dailor came to the mic at the end of the night and said that the evening’s events were weighing heavily on their minds throughout the set. It was apparent as almost zero words were offered to the audience all evening. But with an invite extended to join them at Grumpy’slater, that may have changed.