Saturday Night: Danzig At Warehouse Live
For some reason over the past few years, Glenn Danzig keeps reminding us of Randy "The Ram" from The Wrestler. He's this hulking, aging entertainer who may be slowing down and have a strained relationship with his family and fans, but at the end of the night he has always worn himself ragged all just to bring a demonic grin to your face.
Danzig is also one of the only artists, save maybe Bauhaus, that we especially want to see near Halloween. His work with the Misfits, Samhain right after, and solo since 1988 has been massively influential. He oozes spooky, even if with each passing year a little bit of flakes off.
As much as you want to dismiss Danzig, there is something endearing about him, even when he takes away photo credentials at the last minute and has his own security kicking people out for snapping photos of him inside the venue during shows.
It's something we have already dealt with twice in the past few years of covering his concerts. The man simply doesn't like not having control over his image. He's not as skinny as he was in the Misfits days, his hair is thinning, but he still has his voice, and his stage presence is intact. Nature hasn't taken that away from him. But at the same time, you can't imagine the man sporting a close-cropped crew cut.
Saturday night's Danzig gig, fully loaded with openers Possessed, Marduk and Toxic Holocaust, was a perfect midway highlight for this year's Halloween weekend.
You walk into each Danzig show half-rolling your eyes, but by the time the tracks from the first two albums come around and the man settles into his element, you get locked in. Most of the time new Danzig material is tedious and annoying, but this year's Deth Red Sabaoth is actually a pleasure to listen to, so we could deal with a few new songs.
Live, when Danzig and his crew have control over his sound level, he's always on point, but when he has problems with the venue, he gets pissy and throws things around and sulks around onstage. His October 2008 House of Blues shows was a comedy of errors that lasted nearly two hours.
Saturday night though the man's voice was clear and he was bellowing and howling on point. He opened the set with "SkinCarver" from 2004's Circle of Snakes, an album that gets lost in the shuffle in his discography.