Oh great, Wembley again...

Of course, I have every right to be paranoid. Hell, looking up and down the queue, the amount of kids with their parents is a worrying sight. Am I the only person here that bought 3 Dollar Bill... on the day it was released? Then again, this is Limp's first UK tour. Last time they were touring here was in '97, supporting Korn and Soulfly on their UK tours, as well as the Reading/Leeds appearance last summer.

Anyway, after getting through the queue whilst being ankle-deep in the post-Rollin' crowd, that leaves the minor exertions of waiting eons for Godsmack to finally get on the damn stage. It's the headliners that are supposed to keep us waiting, y'know...

This wasn't helped by the No Fun policy adopted by the Gorillas In T-Shirts, any time a pit attempted to break out, they escorted the nearest convenient target outside. When I received this treatment, they had the nerve to say I could incite a riot. Throwing people out for having a good time is what incites riots, you ignorant bastards.

Anyway, with this affecting the crowd, it ended up a few people getting bored as a result of oppression by the time Whatever was aired. Any other venue and the crowd might well have got behind them. Once more, Wembley security, FUCK YOU.

Surprisingly, it didn't take long to set up the stage...

The first sign that we were in for a Limping was a sound effect not unlke something out of Independence Day, as the banner rose at the back of the stage. Then out comes DJ Lethal, and a lot of lasers, and he jumps into the intro for Chocolate Starfish... Soon afterwards, John Otto is behind the drumkit (didn't see him because he's so short), Sam Rivers (with lit-up bass neck), and Wes Borland painted black appear, and launch into Hot Dog. Limp Bizkit in da house, y'all. And to make sure, out comes the man, the myth, the compulsive masterman Fred Durst tearing into it. And the crowd doing likewise. Albeit the shortest mosh pit in living memory.

Soon this is followed up by Show me What You Got and Break Stuff, which (mercifully) gave security the hint that they should fuck right off. As should Q magazine, who got the dedication. 20,000 threatening that the nearest person would be leaving with a fat lip, and a tornado of pit activity meant they had arrived, and the midgit moshers better run. Hey, we're dealing with professionals here.

Soon this pathes the way for a mass of Chocolate Starfish. We have The One, with some girl plucked from the crowd, who couldn't sing when offered the mic, Livin' It Up, with the arrival of a Chocolate Starfish (check the cover), and Full Nelson to complete the collection. Then it sigues into Re-Arranged, so it was permission to breathe once more, and go all stadium on them.

At the end, Fred went walkabout from the stage to walking on the seating area, with people piling towards him. He then took a trip to a different part through the hallways, and emerged to deliver Faith, with another sing-a-long, and the crowd exploding more than the pyro. About time!!!

Once again Fred vanished, then appeared at the back of the arena(!!!) to deliver My Generation, with flames jetting from the stage along with more pyro, making it hard to decide which way to look. Then it was My Way, with another couple of kids, not allowed to sing this time...

As Fred made his way back to the stage, the rest knocked out a cover of The Simpsons theme, before the inevitable happened. It was time for some Nookie!!! Streamers dropped from the ceiling, the crowd went mad, everyone knew the lyrics, it was more proof that this is their peak. And it wasn't a good idea to attempt breathing. Ouch.

To wrap up, we got Take A Look Around, before totally chilling with I Would For You, the arena lit with lighters all around, making for an amazing sight. Then it was time to satisfy the late comers, as the Bizkettes made their way to the stage for Rollin' to wrap up, and kick our asses in the process. And everyone knew the dance...

With that, Fred tossed his cap into the crowd (even though half the crowd seemed to have one), and they left to the CS outro, before the hip-hop version of Rollin' came over the PA to accompany us out..

However, there was WAY too much new stuff from an album Fred admits is pandering to far too many people. Even the interludes were all CS&tHDFW, with an exception or two. What about some old stuff? I would've killed for the likes of Counterfeit and Stuck, yet they didn't get played. If only I asked for Peter Cactis at their hotel later, then I coulda told 'em personally to liven up the set more. The potential wasn't tapped, which took the shine from what was otherwise a very good gig. Shame.

And Fred was surprisingly non-egoe'd...