So I saw Amon Amarth the other night on the last leg of their Twilight of the Thunder God tour. They put on a pretty kickass live show. Me and two friends drove about 3 1/2 hours down to the Masquerade in Atlanta for the show. We got there and entered what may have been the hottest room in existence. It was like a boiler in there. Anyway, after awhile the opening acts started up. First up was a thrashy death metal group from Tampa, Florida called The Absence. They weren’t too bad. The frontman had a good sense of humor and they were pretty fun. Next up was SkeletonWitch. They also weren’t terrible, but didn’t really stand out much. Kinda just your run of the mill death/black metal group. Finally, we had the infamous Goatwhore. Now this band was pretty awful. Repetitive, boring, and a little annoying all things considered, I couldn’t wait for them to get off the damn stage.
Finally, Amon Amarth themselves came out, and made the wait completely worth it. They kicked ass. Johan Hegg had an almost Bruce Dickinson-like cool factor about him. I figured that the group would take their whole Viking badass theme pretty seriously, or that they might be kinda into themselves, but they seemed pretty down to Earth, and Johan made it pretty obvious that they realized how cheesy the Viking theme really was, and it was pretty much all just for shits and giggles. The show ended around midnight and we ended up getting back in town around 3:30 AM or so. All in all it was a damn good night, and I got an awesome shirt to boot.
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