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Rock and Pop: Review - Rage Against the Machine at Finsbury Park

Published: 10 June, 2010
by ROISIN GADELRAB

OK, I can admit when I’m wrong. Yes, the mid-30s crowd did turn up to Finsbury Park to witness Rage Against the Machine’s victory show on Sunday, but they were vastly outnumbered by a younger wave of mosh-ready devotees. 

While the “oldies” gathered around the fringes, the hardened fans were ready to turn the entire park into one swirling whirlpool of flailing legs, fists and elbows. 

Whether it be the shoddy sound system, or maybe he just wasn’t feeling it, support Roots Manuva sadly failed.

But mental electro DJs South Central took over, stirring things up into a frenzied rave, but making a quick exit when some impatient fans began pelting them with bottles.

Gogol Bordello killed it. Their rousing gypsy rock was the ideal precursor to an incredible set from Rage and they were serious contenders for best act of the night.

Clearly milking their X-Factor victory for all its worth, but with tongue in cheek, Rage came on to an animated Simon Cowell video, later playing defeated Joe McElderry’s Christmas number 2.

The set was a gracious one, they covered all the big hits, brought out the Facebook group founders – whose internet campaign projected them back to UK stardom – to thank them and handed over 100 per cent of profits from winning single Killing in the Name Of to Shelter.

They played it like each of the 40,000 fans had paid them to play a private set.

It was manic, unruly, messy, rebellious – calling on US government to condemn counterparts in Israel – dangerous and glorious. 

Comments

Memorable

Yup, quite a lot of younguns there. Me being the late 20's die hard fan wasn't going to be put off though.

I sank a few in the pub during the support acts then pushed my slightly drunken self through the crowd to little resistance. Coming to a standstill it suddenly hit me that I was in fact old now and these guys were young. Fortunately however this worked to my advantage as in my frenzied and over-hyped state I had some how managed to create a small personal space for myself in amongst these Rage-rookies. My very own little mosh pit. Whilst many of my fellow moshers simply bounced when ever the music started I was there shaking my fist and air-drumming to every one of them cowbell hits during those debut album classics. These kids weren't about to mess with me as I screamed word for word every one of Zack's lyrics making sure to include all of those studio utterings of "urrrgh", "yeah" "come-on". A few people seemed to warm to me frequently offering hi-fives and making damn sure I was on my feet within a split second of falling. A couple of girls probably thought I was too much to handle and slowly edged away from my circle of carnage. Nonetheless it was as memorable as any other Rage show I'd been to. Obviously the band stuck to playing the hits which most people would know which was kind of expected but hey, I have my memories of past shows in more intimate settings to reminisce over whilst my body slowly recovers from feeling like it's been hit by bus.

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