Live Review: Camp Freddy Featuring Steven Tyler of Aerosmith, Corey Taylor of Slipknot and Stone Sour and Juliette Lewis
Mon, 13 Dec 2010 09:30:46
Camp Freddy gave a sold out Roxy the gift of rock 'n' roll on Friday night, and it's still the greatest gift of all.
Under Camp Freddy's Christmas tree this year were unforgettable performances from Slipknot and Stone Sour frontman Corey Taylor, Juliette Lewis, Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac and Steven Tyler of Aerosmith. In fact, Friday night's gig was everything that a rock concert should be and so much more.
"Could rock and roll be any more fun than this?" asked Juliette Lewis with a devilish smile as she stood center stage.
The answer is absolutely not, and Lewis immensely contributed to that fun with rousing renditions of Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Rolling On The River" and AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap." As Chris Chaney's bass slowed to a pronounced thump, Lewis belted out the song's refrain impeccably. Her voice shook The Roxy with palpable power. Lewis has genuine rock spirit, and it shined blindingly during "Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap." She slinked across the stage, brandishing swagger and soul and giving every inch of herself through her one-of-a-kind delivery.
There's no one quite like Corey Taylor though. Taylor remains hard rock and heavy metal's best, brightest and most brilliant modern frontman. During his three songs, he wielded a raw punk energy on The Sex Pistols' "Anarchy in the UK", massive bravado on Van Halen's "Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love" and alternative fire on Stone Temple Pilots' "Sex Type Thing." Taylor was unstoppable, and he injected raw venom into "Anarchy" as Steve Jones tore through the riff flawlessly.
His energy proved uncontainable, giving uncanny punk delivery.
Taylor sang with every inch of his soul on "Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love" as Dave Navarro blazed through the timeless lead with perfection and poise. Navarro stood in front of Taylor and the two resembled the singer-guitar duos of the '70s. Matt Sorum bashed out the backing beat with a calculated intensity. Navarro ripped with timeless gusto, bringing Eddie Van Halen's solo to life like no other.
Taylor reached heights of rock divinity during "Sex Type Thing." He roared with the kind of energy that legends are made of adding a heavier edge to the Stone Temple Pilots classic. He and Navarro conjured a mystique that reverberated undeniably—Navarro being the coolest guitar god alternative nature produced and Taylor the ultimate frontman…
Taylor can do it all whether it's true punk grit, alternative grunge emoting or massive metal mastery, and he showed that with just three songs from various eras.
Most importantly though, Taylor has a sense of humor. Standing on stage with all those legends, he jested, "There's something strangely erotic about this."
Laughs abounded from the stage and floor. The core of Camp Freddy remains one of the tightest in rock music. During the opening dual salvo of Queen's "We Will Rock You" and Blur's "Song 2," the band—Navarro, Chaney, Sorum, Billy Morrison and Donovan Leitch—engaged airtight grooving that unleashed a tangible energy. Navarro's ripping was awe-inspiring on the early leads, while Leitch belted out "Song 2" with fiery charisma. Anchoring everything was Sorum. He's got a style all his own that seamlessly sways from arena rock bombast into down 'n' dirty punk.
Another great moment came during "War Pigs." Franky Perez crooned out the Black Sabbath classic with a grasp on evil that'd shake Ozzy Osborune. Navarro nailed the solo with psychedelic pummeling as Sorum flipped sticks with finesse and smoke slowly billowed from Morrison's freshly lit cigarette.
The final collaboration between Mick Fleetwood and Steven Tyler will go down in Camp Freddy history though. Tyler and Fleetwood epitomize rock 'n' roll, and seeing them both on a small stage was chilling and invigorating all at once. Tyler capped everything off with "Whole Lotta Love." Sorum Bonzo-ed out on the big drum break while Navarro fired up the lead, and Tyler's voice carried off into the night.
There's nothing better about the holidays than Camp Freddy.
Were you there?