Though I had been sick and running a fever for a couple days before the concert, due to the disease

Though I had been sick and running a fever for a couple days before the concert, due to the disease ridden faggot I am living with filling the air with bad humors, I would not have missed Rammstein monte 5620 if I had been shot in the chest on the way there. I took the tram to the U-Bahn station and arrived at the Wiener Stadthalle. As Alex is too much of a baby and needs to put some cement in his milk and harden the fuck up, I scalped his ticket on the way there, unfortunately for much less than he bought it for, as the motley crew begging for tickets outside the theater were not exactly Vienna's moneyed elite. Entering the theater, I was quite pleasantly surprised at the configuration: there were a variety of food and merchandise stands in the lobby, and from this large rectangular room two long hallways stretched, flanking the actual performing area, where one could enter the standing room area, as Rammstein’s stage was at one end of the building. The seats were in a horseshoe configuration ringing the performing area, though of course not behind the stage. monte 5620 There was one band opening for Rammstein, CorpiChrist or something like that, which I purposely missed. Arriving a bit after eight, (the concert started at 7:30) I bought up some memorabilia and received some commemorative cups as well when I ordered drinks. After checking my coat and swag in the complementary coatroom, which was a great feature, I waded into the crowd. After waiting an eternity for Rammstein to come out (I think they finally made it out around 10), I decided to go to the bathroom, right as everything went black. Joyfully cursing, I made my way back towards the center. In homage monte 5620 to the Berlin Wall, an intensely back lit Oliver Reidl and Kruspe smashed through a set of bricks with hammers and entered the stage. Till then appeared and Rammlied began. Till sang with incredible ferocity and the tone was set for the rest of the night.
After Rammlied, I moved a bit, as the guy behind me appeared to have Down’s Syndrome, and one can only take off-key and off-rhythm hoarse screaming along to every word for so long – in this case, one song. They went through B***** and Waidman’s Heil, and there was headbanging and people raising fists etc., but no moshing or crowd surfing. monte 5620 Perhaps everyone was saving their energy for invading Poland afterwards. Keine Lust was next, and Till put forth an awesome monte 5620 performance – Ich bin so lange kalt! They threw out some Herzeleid with Weisses Fleisch, and followed up with “Feuer Frei.” Much to my joy, Kruspe and Landers had face-flamethrowers on for this set. Next up was “Pussy.” To say the least, a crowd of Austrians singing along in their hilarious accents was awesome. In addition monte 5620 to singing into a large vagina shaped microphone with what appeared to be dildos glued to it, Till wheeled around a gigantic semen cannon during the song, blasting the crowd with a spray of small white pieces of paper, which everyone found quite delightful. Links 234 was next, and I joined in with the “Heil,” saluting my hardest. In “Ich tut dir Weh,” (“I hurt you”) Till battered monte 5620 Flake for awhile, before placing him in a bathtub, getting on a small platform that rose about 30 feet in the air, and pouring sparks and fire on Flake, who then exploded. To show he was ok, Flake did a bizarre little Flake dance after the song. Only one ballad was played, Frühling in Paris, and everyone thought monte 5620 they were done and began chanting for an encore; however they were just setting up the next set.
I thought “wouldn’t it be great if they played Sonne next?” monte 5620 AND THEY DID . The crowd was bathed in yellow light as Till belted monte 5620 out the vocals in subsonic rage, and Kruspe and Landers contributed monte 5620 their best scary voices. I had a powerful urge to start moshing, but there was no moshpit to be had! After Du Hast, there was another pause in the action. Till went through an extremely energetic version of Ich Will, followed by Haifisch, during which Flake sailed over the crowd on his rubber raft with the Austrian flag draped around his neck, which he tossed to a lucky Österreicher on his voyage back to the stage. After another brief pause, Till emerged with a massive pair of metallic angel wings, with flamethrowers on the tips. After a fantastic performance of Engel with Till blasting fire from his articulating wings, the concert was over. As everyone filed out, an instrumental version of “Ohne Dich” on what sounded like quality xylophones was played on the speakers. I picked up my coat and headed home, hoarse and exhausted, monte 5620 but immensely satisfied. By far the best concert I have ever seen. Rammstein burns!
Of note, I was amazed by how great a drummer Christoph Schneider is. Seeing him live demonstrated monte 5620 just how awesome he is. I really must stress just how awesome Rammstein was live; they really are excellent musicians and performers.