As a fan, I found myself catapulted back to the heyday of glam metal, a time when hairspray was as essential as the music itself. The night kicked off with a roaring lineup of support acts, including Counterwait, Spin Dizzy, and Durty Little Secrets, each laying down their own sonic foundations and setting the stage for what was to come.
With a legacy spanning over three decades, Faster Pussycat proved they were still at the top of their game. Frontman Taime Downe, adorned in trademark rockstar attire, led the charge with an energy that could rival any young upstart. From the moment they burst into “Jack the Bastard,” it was clear that this wasn’t just a concert; it was a full-blown rock ‘n’ roll spectacle.
The setlist read like a greatest hits compilation, featuring classics like “Cathouse,” “House of Pain,” and “Bathroom Wall.” But it was the unexpected twists that truly elevated the performance. A spine-tingling rendition of Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” had the crowd singing along in unison, while covers of AC/DC’s “Sin City” and Social Distortion’s “Bad Luck” injected a shot of adrenaline into an already pulsating night.
As the evening progressed, the band’s camaraderie and passion for their craft became increasingly evident. Ace Von Johnson took center stage for a heartfelt rendition of Social Distortion’s “Bad Luck,” while Danny Nordahl channeled the spirit of the Supersuckers with “Pretty Fucked Up,” sending the audience into a frenzy of headbanging and fist-pumping.
Of course, no Faster Pussycat show would be complete without a healthy dose of attitude and defiance. Tracks like “Shut Up and Fuck” and “Babylon” encapsulated the band’s rebellious spirit, serving as anthems for a generation unwilling to conform to the status quo.
As the final chords of “Babylon” echoed through the venue, it was impossible not to feel a sense of exhilaration and nostalgia wash over the crowd. Faster Pussycat had delivered a performance for the ages, reminding us why glam metal will always hold a special place in our hearts.
In the end, as I packed up my camera gear and bid farewell to the Rockpile, I couldn’t help but smile. Tonight, I had witnessed more than just a concert; I had experienced a journey through time, back to a golden era of rock ‘n’ roll excess and unbridled passion. And for that, I was truly grateful.
I’m Drew, the founder and editor of Front of the Stage. I have a strong love for music and photography, which started at a very young age. There’s just something I love about experiencing live music and capturing memories that will last a lifetime, and that’s how Front of the Stage came to be.