Lamb of God, Job for a Cowboy, Melkweg Amsterdam, February 17th
Hjalmar is a man, quite a bit younger than me, that I have known for quite some time. He thinks it is cool to hang out with me, and I am fine with that. One day in November we met in the train (again) and he told me he thought it would be cool to go to a show together. I said yes before he told me he would love to see Lamb of God once. Fine, I thought. Tickets were purchased (only € 18, so financially I had no real reason to turn his offer down. Last week we called to make an appointment. The show would begin at 7.30 PM and it was on a week day, so I came from work to Leidseplein to meet. In the meantime I had checked the Melkweg site, I had seen the requests for tickets for this show were longer than the whole Melkweg agenda!

Selling my ticket would mean big money for me, but I won't like to see the disappointment in Hjalmar's eyes for not hanging out with me. Plus, yeah, it was quite some time ago I had visited a sold out Melkweg show. Lovely.
We met, agreed to eat Greek, and returned to Melkweg. Again, why the hell mention 7.30 start of gig when the first band was to appear at 7.15? I don't really know
Between the Buried and Me (just like I don't exactly know Job for a Cowboy, Lamb of God

) but their combination of screamy death metal with Opeth-esque, 'seventies' and nearly jazzy tunes seemed interesting enough. OK for a starter band, I thought, but don't let the jazzy parts take too long... The fact that the volume wasn't that great either did not exactly help.
We stood at the balcony as the floor in front of stage was totally packed. I don't know
August Burns Red and I am going to keep it that way. What a boring, predictable piece of metalcore! The volume was screeching loud but sounded like pig slaughter. Somehow I was bored within two or three songs, but the audience went totally nuts. I must be getting old or something. I felt like a chaperone on a high school party... That feeling only expanded when
Job for a Cowboy entered the stage. All they did was try to flash me away with their 10,000 Watt stroboscope lights and ear deafening screamo. All I heard was a drummer that was fast but not tight and a singer with a severe form of eusophagus deformation. "A Kingdom for a Six Feet Under song!" I yelled after three songs... Why don't bands realize stroboscopes can surely drain me of all my energy I just got from my Souvlaki meal? These last two bands made me feel like a ninety two year old fart.
But, not all is lost, there is still
Lamb of God to watch. Sure, I had seen them three times last 15 months, but that was only on festivals. Hjalmar had never seen them and to be honest I wanted to know if a LoG show in a small venue would be anything different than on a festival. In the meantime I spotted David and Tim of Spewpipe seriously enjoying themselves. During the first songs I noticed the sound had improved a lot, this was actually pretty good! Singer Randy Blythe totally freaked out, thanking the audience nearly after every song, but the rest of the band was totally static. From the first song there was a violent pit from stage to PA, sometimes even on the balcony there was thumping movement. Some stupid neo-nazi prick surely wasn't there for the music, but he was corrected by the pit and later removed from the venue when he started a fight. Notice, fight. Asshole. My compliments to the security staff for keeping the good spirit of the crowd intact. The band just moved on, totally squeezing every last drop of sweat out of the raging pit, especially during the few songs I recognize (Walk With Me in Hell, Now You Got Something to Die For and Ashes of the Wake). Total madness in the hall. But, as was tired already, with the help from the stroboscope and the
nice second and third band, I decided to leave before the show was over. I was happy Hjalmar understood why we left earlier, not even needed to explain. I had worked, the lights tired me, I don't really know Lamb of God and it was my fourth LoG show in relatively short period. My car was still at the office so we took the subway back to Amsterdam Amstel station and I brought Hjalmar home. A short night later I still had the energy to discuss priorities at work, that surprised even me
All and all, should I have cashed in on the LoG ticket? No. I will always enjoy seeing bands I have never seen before, even though I really, really hated ABR and JfaC. I probably won't buy any BtBaM stuff, but the purchase of some LoG album was valid. Seeing a crowd go nuts is always a pleasure to me. With bands like ABR and JfaC you don't need a sound engineer, these guys are lost anyway. Lamb of God shows in a small venue are different that big festival appearances, it's more intimate and band and fans enjoy it more.