The Antichrist Superstar himself made a visit to town, and of course I was there.
Who says Marilyn Manson is washed up? This show (and its $65 price tag) sold the 1,000 tickets available in a matter of hours, but unfortunately was scheduled the same night as the Shakey Graves/Lord Huron show at Outlaw Field. I had tickets to that show, but when Manson was announced, just had to get tickets for little bro and I. Besides, the Huron show was also sold out so those tickets were easy to sell off.
Manson is known for live sets that are high on energy and short on duration, and I warned my buddies beforehand to let it all out, because an hour or so is all we were gonna get. Sadly, I was correct, but the 75-minute show was just that: a hard rock spectacle that was clearly well-choreographed and lacking a certain genuine spontaneity, but overall it still delivered. We stayed at the bar next door until the opener, Palaye Royale, was nearly done and then ventured into the Knit, grabbed some beers, and began to worm our way through the sold-out crowd towards the stage.
By the time the man himself came onstage to uproarious applause, we made it fairly close to the front – close enough to be surrounded and packed in like the proverbial sardines. Deep cut “Angel with the Scabbed Wings” led off the night, as Manson gyrated around the stage in black pants, shirt and a black leather jacket. After getting through a terrific rendition of “Rock Is Dead” the first of several costume changes occurred. I have to hand it to him (and his crew), they made these segues happen very smoothly and quickly, and in full dark.
Some of the things that happened on this night I had seen last summer when I saw Manson at the Hell & Heaven Festival in Mexico City, including his macabre and magnificent butcher knife mic…
And, of course, there were theatrics, including a Bible that Marilyn set on fire from atop his bizarre pulpit and then threw offstage. Is this necessary at all? Was it even that shocking, in 2019? Did it add to the experience? I would have to say “no” to all of those questions, but the man has a shtick and he does it well. Love him or hate him, he clearly enjoys living the persona that he has crafted over the last 30 years.
By the time the show started winding down (you know its winding down when “Sweet Dreams” starts), I was solo, as my buddies just couldn’t hang in the moshpit that was far from the most insane I’ve seen but was formidable for sure. However, I had weaseled my way right up to the stage – and I mean right up to the stage. Here is my new friend and I sharing some quality time during “The Beautiful People”…
After closing out the night with a heavy and relentless “Irresponsible Hate Anthem”, Manson’s bass player chucked his instrument into the drum kit, which each band member then took a turn kicking apart. They left behind a sweaty and exhausted crowd and a real mess for their roadies to arrange and organize for the next stop on the tour.
With Manson, the show is as much the thing as the music, which is fun but also a bit disappointing. For all of his shock jock antics, I am truly a fan of the man’s music first and I wish he would play more of it. You take what you can get, however, and when Manson comes to Boise you just gotta go.
Angel with the Scabbed Wings
This Is the New Shit
Rock Is Dead
The Dope Show
If I Was Your Vampire
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
King Kill 33
The Beautiful People
Irresponsible Hate Anthem
Spotify setlist playlist link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5aB7v1LNz70Ofzl7jbeeq3?si=i5WD4AghSWqIHakiQPZWHg