A euphoric crowd can make a show. The audience becomes the twelfth man, enhancing the performance and turbocharging the atmosphere. Tonight is one of those instances. It might be a Thursday night in that very Mancunian of seasons, second summer, but those in attendance are ready to party like it's 1999. It is a smorgasbord of goblin masks, pointed ears and party hats. Rather than become a cauldron of repulsive toxic masculinity, the pit this evening is a fabulous, inclusive maelstrom of energetic fun. There are Push-ups, rowing, and whale rides in this wild communal orgy of ridiculousness. The geniality and good-natured preposterousness is intoxicating and resonates far out across the venue, attaching everyone and every act to its gravitational pull.
Read MoreYou know when you are in for a good night when members of the audience are bringing in plastic bags full of foam penises. There ain't no party like a Party Cannon party, and the dedicated followers of Slam are proudly wearing their party hats and tooting their party blowers like their lives depended on it. For the northern leg of the very short “Partied in Half tenth anniversary tour" (as Scots it must pain them to call Manchester the northern leg) they have plumped for a distinctly Northern undercard.
Read MoreAs Douglas Adams once wrote “We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem”. This is Manchester’s first Metal show since the so-called Freedom Day. It falls to this Slam Metal package tour, topped by party slam uberlords Party Cannon, to, well, bring the party. For the uneducated Slam Metal is Death Metal’s feral younger sibling. Whereas Death Metal can be reserved and sophisticated when it wants to be, Slam is a puerile art form that reveals in being uncouth and unsanitised.
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