classic metal

The energy and excitement was at fever point before Powerwolf even reached the stage. Kissin’ Dynamite and Amaranthe had already drawn everyone to the stage, singing and dancing along. The lights go down and cheers ring out, with people chanting “Powerwolf, Powerwolf, Powerwolf!” and the cheers become deafening as they finally hit the stage. After the first couple of songs, someone dressed as a monks brings out a thurible, the catholic incense holder, handing it to Attila Dorn.

For those that aren’t familiar with Monte Pittman, he had been in several bands in his home state of Texas then moved to Los Angeles. His rise to fame began when Guy Ritchie then husband to Madonna, yes that Madonna of “Like a Virgin” fame, received a guitar from her as a gift and he went to Pittman for lessons. So, Guy Ritchie returned the favor, bought her a guitar and she too went to Monte Pittman for lessons. She was so impressed with his incredible playing that she made him the guitar player in her band.

Going in the club just a shy few minutes after seven, Armored Dawn were already on stage, numerous as they are, a sextet blasting out some pretty standard shouty power metal that might have had the best of intentions, but didn’t quite seem to resonate with most of the fans that were there by this point. Their frontman Eduardo Parras was trying hard to turn the tides, but I am guessing that despite their best intentions and efforts, it all seemed to be a little in vain.