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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Probably Diamanda Galas doing "Plague Mass" on Easter Sunday.
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I saw her do that on Good Friday, actually. But I didn't find it intimidating, more cheesy with the fake blood and all. I really prefer her earlier stuff. Once she decided to dedicate everything to her brother who died of AIDS it just seemed to me like she could be pretty half-assed and nobody would dare be critical because of the "intense personal meaning".
I can't actually think of any show I've seen where the artist was particularly intimidating in terms of scaring me or anything. The Butthole Surfers in '88 were pretty gross with the venereal disease films, but not scary.
The scariest show I've been at was actually seeing Mother Love Bone at one of their very first shows in some skating rink in Seattle's eastside suburbs on a bill with all of these atrocious hairspray glam metal bands. I had been really into Green River and Malfunkshun both, so when my metalhead friend wanted to go to this, I was all for it. During MLB's set I was right up front rocking out and what I thought was a typical slam pit broke out. I was used to Seattle shows where everybody was drunk and stoned and some weird cross between hippies, punks, and metalheads, so when people slammed it was pretty fucking mellow and if somebody fell down everyone would stop and help them up. Mostly it was just falling into each other because we were all wasted. But at this show, suddenly there were all these gigantic metal dudes who weighed over 250 lbs in Slayer shirts up front, and they had heard this was a "punk" band, so they were ready to prove they could mosh, and I was the skinny short haired guy in the middle of them. Soon, I was doing nothing but dodging behomeths of hair and testosterone for fear of being crushed to death, and since the music wasn't half as good as the former bands MLB came out of, I bailed - fully intimidated by that crowd.