While listening to Paradise City in a sweaty pit of tattooed, sunburned bodies that were cooled intermittently by not-so-clean water from hurled plastic bottles, the heat and hordes became less icky and instantly more tolerable. Too bad not all the day’s flashbacks were as memorable. [Read the rest of the review...]
“And our motherfucking zombie party begins!” announced Rob Zombie after his first handful of songs, addressing the giant crowd that gathered around the main stage for Rock on the Range’s penultimate act. His show was all about ambiance, utilizing a set-up that incorporated prop skeletons, majestic bursts of fire, swirling psychedelic patterns, flashing pentagrams, horror movie clips (including his own work from House of 1000 Corpses), and figures goofing around in giant Predator-style outfits. [Read the rest of the review...]
We like to really stretch the boundaries, but we are a rock festival. So we can have bands like Coheed & Cambria or Mastodon or Anberlin that live in a bunch of rock worlds. We stretch it from Godsmack to heritage bands like Helmet and Cleveland’s own Mushroomhead. We look for heritage, current and even new bands like Violent Soho or Halestorm because we want the future stars from tomorrow, too. [Read the rest of the review...]
