Live Review: Faith No More at The Wiltern
Thu, 23 Apr 2015 07:41:48
The Bay Area rock band prove their superhero status at The Wiltern in Los Angeles.
Faith No More upheld their superhero status last night at The Wiltern in Los Angeles during the first of a three-show stand. The moment where that became most apparent was in the middle of the Angel Dust hit “Midlife Crisis,” when Mike Patton, Billy Gould, Roddy Bottum, Mike Bordin, and Jon Hudson stopped playing their instruments, and the entire house sang the chorus—“You’re perfect, yes, it’s true, but without me you’re only you. Your menstruating heart, it ain’t bleedin’ enough for two.”
Patton’s grin widened as he nodded in approval before the band ramped back up into the final crescendo. It’s been 18 years since the group’s unsung classic Album of the Year, and they’ll be unveiling the long-awaited follow-up Sol Invictus Tuesday, May 19 through Reclamation Recordings/Ipecac Recordings. As evinced by elegantly catchy “Sunny Side Up,” the schizophrenically majestic percussive wallop of “Separation Anxiety,” and epic “Black Friday,” debuted live last night, the band pick up exactly where they left off—making intelligent, inimitable, and irresistible alternative music in the truest sense of the world. Boundaries got incinerated a long time ago when The Real Thing vaulted Faith No More to platinum status, and they’re still challenging themselves and literally everything around them. As much as we hear about how the general population is losing interest in music this unique in favor of “singles” and 30-minute festival slots, Faith No More proved otherwise as a packed house of fans of all ages hung on to every word and note.
New track “Motherf***er” kicked off this ride as Bottum sang the first verse playing his keys along with Gould’s unmistakable bass stomp leading the charge in tandem with Bordin’s soulful playing and thick Hudson riffs. Patton sauntered center stage letting out the refrain with the kind of swagger and gusto of an iconic crooner who has an affinity for hypnotic heaviness. For the uninitiated, think Frank Sinatra with a Slayer shirt under the suit. Throughout the night, Patton’s charisma and flawless delivery steered a setlist that tempered the Supsiria hum of “Sol Invictus” with the funk swing of “Evidence,” the slamming madness of “Caffeine,” the mind-bending power of “Everything’s Ruined,” and the thrash-ed up stop-start brilliance of “The Gentle Art of Making Enemies.” We should probably mention the walls shook on a gritty “Ashes to Ashes.”