Okay, well its my first time out to Studio Coast; it's 20 minutes past anywhere good, in an industrial section of Tokyo; industrial office parks, warehousey places, a couple conbini's and fast food joints and a whole lotta highways. I hate areas like this.
Shinkiba Studio CoastSo it was disappointing that the doors, scheduled to open at 4:00, did not in fact open until 4:45! I had gotten there unnecessarily early (3:30) to be sure of a good spot for Trivium too. With no place to go (literally, there was NO PLACE TO GO) I was bored outta my mind waiting wth everyone else in the parking lot. And also a chilly (Studio Coast is on a pier thing... cold winds a-blowin'!) I also kinda ignored some girls I knew that I shoulda said Hi too, but I was grumpy, and ingoring them made me even grumpier. A malicious circle.

Once inside, it was nice, the lobby/drink area is huge, and the bar island in the center had plenty of seats and bartenders. And the auditorium itself is even cooler; more spacious than AX/Blitz/Citta, and more stylish, with dozens of hexagonal-ish red speaker cabinets hanging from the cieling like Picasso'd-up TIE fighters, surrounding the pit; plus the usual twin P.A. stacks, an expansive stage, and the walls are a cement/beige color instead of just black so the place has depth. There are chairs and tables along the edge too.
Great sound, as it would turn out, not too loud. Perfect volume, in fact, with every instrument clear and balanced. Whoever worked the lights missed a lot of opportunites though (it was the first night of the japanese tour though).
I got up front easily, so easily, like I coulda spent the last hour-and-a-half in a nice warm restaurant, fuck. A group of what could only be off duty Marines (if they had been fatter I'd say clergy -- only organized religion or the military could be responsible for mismatching such heads with such appalling haircuts) were Jackass-like, but distracted us all from the boredom of standing around doing nothing. Then Trivium came on.
Matt Heafy (Trivium)They all skampered on stage, the crowd erupted, half-Japanese lead-singer/guitarist Matt Heafy bellowed "Oretachi wa, Trivium desu!", the crowd EXPLODED (it was just cool, like what a japanese band would shout), and they cranked into the first song,
Rain (off
Ascendency) and from there, a grand amount of jumping and fists in the air and devil horns and chanting ensued. Also some obnoxious fucking crowdsurfing care of the military guys, who need to get a clue...
Corey & Matt (Trivium)Matt's face was animated, even as he sang his eyeballs were rolling and when not tied to the mic, his tongue was thrust out Simmonsly, his face happily growling, and all the guy were all over the stage, running from left to right, really filling the space.
Corey (g) and Paolo (b) egged on the crowd, singing the lyrics and headbanging and pointing and shouting, but Heafy was the main attraction, just the posing and jolly, not-too-serious in-your-faceness of it all, 'twas refreshing. The drummer was awesome to, a fuckin' machine, and jumped out of his seat whenever he got the chance, so he was more "there" than the drummers who hide forever behing their tom-toms. Looked a bit too much like Scott Ian though, the poor guy.
The only hitch in the performance was Matt's unsuccessful attempts to get a circle-mosh going. Did he not see the bars that herding us in, cutting the crowd into six unmixable sections, during soundcheck? He even went "
Sa-kuru! Sa-kuru!" (
Circle! Circle!, Japanese-style) to no avail -- hilarity! We couldn't budge! There was barely enough AIR to go around, dude!
Paolo (Trivium)They saved
Martyr for last, of course, and it was beautiful, as was
Flies.
Totally worth the $75 ticket price and 90 minute train ride.
After Trivium, I hung out in the lobby, met up with some friends (hot metal chicks, mainly, mwuah ha ha, which made the Marines jealous, you could tell, but of course they lacked my secret -- baby pictures!) ("Did he show you Kasumi-chan yet? Kawaii ne? Kawaiii!! Papa no kao deshou!")
I got the set lists from one of my buddies from one of the labels, so I knew when to go in for Arch Enemy (an hour after they took the stage!), and hence was fortuante enough to still be in the nearly vacant lobby when Paolo came through, and of course he got stopped and did photos with the girls, and autographs, and the military guys cornered him and got all bonkers, and he nodded and nodded and nodded... he kinda looked bored (I can only imagine how many thousand times he's already heard "that was awesome, man!", poor guy)...
Me n' PaoloI popped my head in after Michael's guitar solo and caught a couple Arch Enemy songs, including the only one worth hearing,
Ravenous (their only truly great track, imho), and when the lights blasted onto the audience I noticed one of the buff Marines makin' out with a fat chick! It was great because in spite of having a muscled physique he still wasn't getting any nice trim. Made me feel good about my inabilty to do more than a dozen pushups. I considered mentioning this to him and his high-fiving friends but decided two years of reconstructive facial surgery and a lifetime spent in a wheelchair after they kicked my ass a thousand ways wouldn't really be worth the laugh I'd get...
It's not that I dislike military guys (my dad was a Marine when he was younger, after all) -- it's just that they're
intolerable when they're off-duty. Especially in foreign countries, omfg.

Anyway. I wish Arch Enemy had more variety in their catalog, but song to song and album to album, a lot of their stuff, it's indistinguishable. And that's Sharlee D'Angelo on bass, still, right? He's huge! Not fat, just thick and towering, and he swings that huge bass of his around like it's a wiffleball bat! I like his style.
Chris Amott's replacement on guitar was capable but sorta troll-like (he had one of those chin-only beards and long messy hair and a beer gut; Chris was the only good-looking male in the band til he quit for college, they shoulda found someone not-ugly to replace him).
Sharlee & Angela (Arch Enemy)Uh, then I headed for home, with a brief detour to a cute little jazz club, which cleared out the the gunky heavy metal residue still echoing inside my brain. Had a pretty good time overall, but I'll probably never go to Studio Coast again, just because it's so far away. And naturally, Arch Enemy and Trivium just added another Tokyo show, next Saturday, at ESP Hall, barely 30 minutes away. Goddammit!
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