Alright, so after spending a fine evening listening to The Last Stand, I have to say I was not disappointed from start to finish.
It's been a while since I've done an album review so I thought why not write one for Sabaton's new album?
Just like previous reviews I have done, this one is just going to be based on the music. I would have to do a ton of research if I wanted to go into detail about the story each of these songs tell, and frankly I don't feel motivated to do that for an album review when I like to talk about the music itself. But, when the time comes to feature a song from this album for Metal Monday, then I'll go into depth about the story behind the song as well!
I always believed they would come back, and they did. Last summer Sabaton suddenly came back into my life when they announced a new album. The first single was released and that was my jam from June to late August. I don't know what it was, but somehow that was the summer I became a more devoted fan and eventually they entered deeper into my heart. Thus, my love for power metal has been significantly high.
So, I told myself that one day they will return soon, and this time I would be ready. Last night, I certainly was ready, and went to hell and back with no regrets.
I felt like I was the only person who wore full Sabaton gear. Nobody else at the venue seemed to be wearing the pants or the wristband. But I got a few compliments that I looked like one of them!
It was raining hard when we arrived at the venue and stood behind the sound system again. Due to it being a sold out show and late arrival, I had no interest in going to the floor. Large crowds spell bad news if you're no…
At last, after five years of long waiting for an event I thought would never come, it has finally happened! Last night was the most epic night of my life, the most epic of all the concerts I've been to. Lordi was amazing beyond words and that makes the entire wait worth it. At last I can check off the top item on my bucket list.
So, how was it? I went out of my way to prepare for this concert, even if it meant getting ready and eating early so that nothing would come up to distract me, and that's what I always seem to do when I attend concerts that are general admission for everyone.
We arrived at The Opera House at a reasonable time and surprisingly there was no lineup except a few people hanging outside the doors, so we stood near them chatting for hours until it was time for all VIP attendees to go inside. While most people went for the merchandise stand, I bolted straight for the stage, propped myself up in front center against the railing. I did not budge for the rest of …