Iron Maiden and Megadeth at Verizon Wireless Amphitheater, 9/8/13

Sep 9, 2013 at 12:33 pm
Iron Maiden on Sunday night in St. Louis. - Todd Owyoung
Todd Owyoung
Iron Maiden on Sunday night in St. Louis.

[Correction: An early version of this article listed Megadeth's second guitarist as "Shawn Colver." This is incorrect; the guitarist is actually Chris Broderick. The review has been updated.]

There's really no other band in the world quite like Iron Maiden. With no real number-one hits or mainstream success in its almost 40-year history, the band has still managed to influence practically every rock band that exists and become one of the most enormous musical acts on the face of the Earth. A large part of this is due to Maiden's reputation as one of the greatest live shows you could ever witness. But this is St. Louis on a Sunday night and it's muggy outside. Can this show really live up that all that hype?

Does Bruce Dickinson have a gorgeous set of bangs?

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Before we get to the spectacle that is Iron Maiden, let's deal with the touchy subject of the opener, Megadeth. For anyone used to your standard, never-ending metal shows, where five local bands are opening for four touring bands, it feels odd to arrive at a show and have the very first band of the night be someone as monstrous as Megadeth. The sun was still shining bright when founders Dave Mustaine and Dave Ellefson took the stage with those two other guys who probably don't get paid as much as they do.

Opening with a bang at Verizon Wireless Amphitheater, the band went straight into the classic "Hangar 18" and although it was an exciting song to got things rolling, something immediately seemed off. Was it the terribly thin and shrill mix? Was it that Chris Broderick's guitar was loud and clear while Mustaine's was buried? Was it that the band was more appropriately dressed for furniture shopping than a metal show? We'll get to the answer in a minute.

Megadeth on Sunday night in St. Louis. - Todd Owyoung
Todd Owyoung
Megadeth on Sunday night in St. Louis.

Long gone are the days of Megadeth being fronted by a reckless, psychotic badass sneering in a black leather jacket, on the verge of blowing a fuse at any minute. Meet the new Dave Mustaine: He's a Republican and born again Christian. He wears that white puffy pirate shirt from that episode of Seinfeld. He looks like something that just got pulled out of a river. He looks like whichever one of the Housewives of California you wouldn't bang. I guess I'm glad you're sober Dave, but you sure were a lot cooler when you were all messed up.

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Luckily, with the shortened opening slot, Mustaine didn't have too much extra time to talk about how Obama stages murders or how we live in "Nazi-America" or how much he loves his pet mini-horse or any of the other insane rants he has really (no, really) been making on stage in the recent past, and stuck to playing the hits. The band covered all the fan favorites including "Wake Up Dead," "Tornado of Souls" and "Sweating Bullets," a song that has truly stood the test of time by still sounding goofy as shit twenty years later. By some sort of miracle, "King Maker" was the only song played from the new album Supercollider, and the band spared us from hearing its new single which is so corny it could have been the B-side of Tom Cochrane's "Life is a Highway." "King Maker" also carried a strong anti-drug and anti-drinking message with flashing images of pot leaves and car crashes, because I guess Dave sees a correlation there. Is that something anyone here really wants to be beaten over the head with while trying to let loose at an Iron Maiden concert before they've got to get back to work in the morning?

If I'm coming across as someone who simply dislikes Megadeth, please know that's not the case at all. I'm a huge fan and was very excited to see the band live again, but I found this set very disappointing. The setlist was solid enough and Chris Broderick's solos were flawless and slick, but most of the performance felt very half-assed, and as I said before something seemed a little off. It was the opening riff of the band's final song "Holy Wars... The Punishment Due" that made the issue obvious: All of these songs had been played in the wrong key. It seems the band recently adjusted all of its instruments from standard E tuning to D tuning to accommodate Mustaine's ever shrinking vocal range. If he is now unable to sing these songs properly then I don't really know what the answer is, but I don't think that dropping everything a full step lower than it's been for twenty-plus years makes much sense. Sorry Megadeth, but you blew it. The sign language lady at the front of the stage put on a better show. Dave Mustaine sticking around under the spotlight to soak up the applause and bow for a totally necessary second time didn't help matters much.

Iron Maiden fans on Sunday night. - Todd Owyoung
Todd Owyoung
Iron Maiden fans on Sunday night.

The house lights came up for a brief intermission as a few thousand went out to take a piss, and the stage was transformed into an icy landscape for the 25th anniversary of the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son album. As the headbangers filed back into their seats and the anticipation grew I was struck with a familiar feeling. Standing in a crowd, unbearable excitement, fake ice in the summer heat... are we at Six Flags, about to ride the Mr. Freeze?

The lights went down, a bunch of shit exploded, and then there was Iron Maiden ripping straight into "Moonchild" like a rollercoaster racing straight toward the sky. The energy throughout the amphitheater was incredible. It felt like a wedding party, winning the lottery and meeting Santa Claus for the first time all at once. I don't think there was a blank expression in the house. Singer Bruce Dickinson covered every inch of the stage, running back and forth like a possessed magician with his arms flailing and his tailcoat flapping in the wind. His voice sounded every bit as good as it did on 1985's Live After Death album and his stamina was beyond impressive. When was the last time you saw a 55-year-old man leaping off monitors, waving flags and swords, singing while running at full speed and going generally bonkers without resting or missing a note? Give it a couple more decades and Dickinson will be selling juicers on TV and pulling boats with his teeth.

Review continues on the next page, with the set list for both bands.