Faith No More | Provinssirock Festival, Finland - June 27th 2015
Faith No More's European and UK tour in support of Sol Invictus was five years ago.
FNM began their Sol Invictus tour in Japan, Australia and the USA before returning to Europe in May 2015. The twentieth show was Saturday June 27th in Seinäjoki, Finland at Provinssirock Festival.
The first sound samples for the main stage audience, called Faith No More (FNM), the messenger of alternative rock, were served by the band’s original member Roddy Bottum, who blew his keyboards into the first tunes that sounded like Motherfucker’s death cramps. The song, which was also split from a single long play into a single, started the set as expected, but in an abbreviated live version.
From the beginning, it became clear that there had been no flirting with the frost, FNM rushed to his song list without foreplay. The unconstrained gig sounded like honestly raw rock, which for a moment returned from the margin to reach the masses again. Charmingly greyish and slightly vocalized from the previous -95 Provincial gig, vocalist Mike Patton introduced the flexibility of his American vocal cords by occasionally shouting death metal and soon returned to the equally natural ballad-like moods that kept the audience's hand-waving Easy. On a few occasions, the vocalist sang through a police megaphone.
In the Evidence song, Billy Gould, who is a founding member of the top five in addition to drummer Mike Bordin and Bottum, who are known for their darts, introduced the California pop pop.
FNM certainly served roughly the hits and novelties that the middle-aged fan base wanted to hear. The band did not heat up for any of the jamming sessions, but the duration of the songs remained clinically short. Although Patton is primarily the band’s singer and songwriter along with bassist Gould, he’s also gotten to know him at gigs as a luscious joke. Now, however, most of the speeches were made by keyboardist Bottum, who sometimes asked if the audience wanted more and hit more water in the mill of the dried-up field, suspecting that they wouldn’t make any friends at Friday’s Bråvalla gig. At the same time, it was hoped that the good would be understood a little better in Finland.
At his best, 47-year-old Patton was singing about middle-aged crises in the Midlife Cris, in which a man presented his great whistle blower gifts. Before that, however, that patton-like tired joke was heard as he asked, in words and gestures, whether any of the festival guests were excited to piss from the top of the Ferris wheel at the back of the stage.
FNM was no worse if not flopped as Saturday’s main performer in the Province. The band didn't whip their audience to any furious frenzy of power, but the field crew lived along to the encores, which started with Digging the Grave, who created a bounce feel.
People were pampered in the Province of 2015 with spectacular pyries, rockets, lasers and shredded paper, but those who liked such nannah were disappointed against Sunday night. The backdrop of the main stage was adorned with a gigantic white sheet and a suitable monstrous contrast to the front of the stage created by a plush disco ball that was counterbalanced by huge funeral flower arrangements arranged along the stage.
For FNM funeral contractors dressed in white, this was enough as a prop.
This year’s visit to the Province was an unfortunate stump because I didn’t arrive until Friday night. Well, I did have time to see a gig and a half from Stam1na’s massive four-gig start, Red Fang’s roar and Grave Pleasures ’very vibrant gig on the Soundi stage, Refused’s extremely strong performance on the Saarilava, and of course The Cardigans’ heart-melting lovely gig.
It should be noted that although the Provincial FKP Scorpio collaboration has brought a lot of shoulders to the organization of the festival, it was surprisingly low in the number of audiences, at least for the first year. I expected such a table setting to hit the boards of the 2008 and 2011 crowds. This was not the case, with a total of 79,000 visitors in the Province over four days, compared with 80,000 in three days in 2011. At that time, the attraction was the System of a Down. Of course, time is another.
That's it. Readers of Inferno are likely to be interested primarily in Faith No More, so let’s focus on that now. It had already been seen in advance that the band's festival gigs this summer have been played entirely on a white stage, white performance costumes on, a stage full of flowers. Well done.
I've seen the band once Ilosaarirock five years ago. I thought I wouldn’t get a very strong vibe out of this gig anymore. Hah hah. The chicken pulled as the new album Motherfucker slowly began to grow. The five came on stage as a unified unit at the same time, and the handsome chorus of the song whistled all the way to the heart roots.
Mike Patton, 47, is still in an amazingly loud mood. Singing and charisma work like a disease, although not quite as manic a performance was seen as in Ilosaari. Keyboardist Roddy Bottum took on the role in the interludes and was clearly the second most notable character. Billy Gould and Mike Bordin did their job flexibly but modestly. Guitarist Jon Hudson stared into the emptiness and delivered his matter stubbornly accurately. I have to appreciate the piety with which a man still manages to play Jim Martin's solos one by one.
Everything’s Ruined was heard on the set, which was enough for the song choices to suit me. Of course, the blowjob song Be Aggressive as the second song was also very charming. I might have missed Sunny Side Up from the songs on the new album, but when the band’s catalog is so crammed with quality, it’s not worth complaining about.
Or well, let’s push a button now that I’ve never quite figured out an Evidence song. After all, it has a certain feel, but yes, itchy remains in the barrel, damn it. Naturally, I am wrong, because the song is so gigantic hit.
Digging the Grave was obviously the first encore of the day, of which the little one heard the band's passion for playing it, just like Epic, who was already fifth. I wondered if it would have been worthwhile to hit the most worn visas more fat than in the disco section of Midlife Crisis. Go and know.
Towards the end of the gig, the wind momentarily became strong and the white backing sheets began to flutter menacingly. This brought good additional drama and even a little comedy to the performance, as the roudars started running in their distress, tying the sheets better.
With permission, I was surprised at how confident, at how high a level and with amazing quality the band performed their gigs. Anyway, men might enjoy being in Finland. Greetings went off stage for Healthy Hands and Refused and some have been filled with guy photos with all sorts of NHL goalkeepers .
The concept of comeback has been badly blurred in recent years. Bands that disbanded in the 1990s have come back together one after another, like just Faith No More and Refused. When you watch gigs, it feels like they never broke up. If the mood is so tight on both the record and the stage, let go.
The Gentle Art of Making Enemies
King for a Day
Ashes to Ashes
Digging the Grave
I Started a Joke (Bee Gees)