By subtle contrast, an interlude of three acoustic numbers is audacious for an arena metal show, and it works. During Lift Me Up, Jason Hook’s guitar lights up in flashing luminous green as he solos wildly, lasers spraying the auditorium. “I’m so fed up with everyone around me / No one seems to care,” he gripes in the opening line to Never Enough, while on Wash It All Away he snaps: “Fuck what you think about me.”īut it’s hard not to be won over by FFDP’s lean, focused and forceful songwriting, which takes full advantage of Moody’s variously soaring and plunging voice, and by a group so well-drilled they could probably do a slick show in their sleep. Their dress code makes them resemble overdone extras from Mad Max, while Moody’s lyrics could make a sullen teenager’s angst-ridden pronouncements sound profound by comparison. Even by the standards of metal, there’s a ridiculousness about FFDP.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Details
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |