...the question that runs through my head in the wake of Rammstein’s mind-blowing Wembley Arena show was: why was I stood applauding and whooping at the top of my lungs at the sight of a German built like a brick shithouse riding a 10-foot penis that’s spraying faux spunk into a crowd of rowdy metalheads?
The answer is simple – because it’s easy as pie to get carried away when faced with the greatest spectacle in the live environment today.
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