Hellyeah – The Studio (Concert Review)

 

Aww Hell No.

I arrived at the Studio around 8PM for the Hellyeah gig; I was super looking forward to it, I’ve spoken to Chad Grey a few times and he is a really fuckin’ nice dude.

Hellyeah DoorFirst sign something was amiss was the chained and bolted front doors with a sign saying ‘Hellyeah Entrance on Galatos Street’…I’ve never seen this before in all my years of Studio gigs, but I remember Machine Head and Sepultura both had trouble with drunk bogans fighting on the street and the cops coming inside because of it, and I figured the venue managers knew it would be the same crowd and wanted to keep the cops out.

Security guard out back confirms this and after I get inside I see why… But I’m getting ahead of myself. Galatos Street was packed with rowdy drunks and after standing alone waiting for my photographer for 7 minutes I get my first (of many) catcalls of the evening; “I want you on my cock, bitch”. Oh. Great. One of those crowds…it’s gonna be a long night. The funny thing is that from my conversations with Grey, I know if he heard you say shit like that (and later saw the rest of the shit going down in the crowd) I’m pretty sure he would NOT be cool with it, to say the least.

Anyway, I finally walk up the tiny, dark fire exit stairs to the main entrance…and I’m pretty sure I ain’t going to be staying long. I’ve written before about how much of a deathtrap The Studio is…Well, remember those chained (from the outside) doors? Yeah, it’s chaos in there. The (tiny) fire exit is being used as a main entrance, the other fire exit (aka backstage, an even tinier warren of stairs) is barricaded off…and there are drunks smoking, holding up lighters and fighting. No security in sight. It’s a fucking disaster waiting to happen, and the step daughter of a fire service officer in me is screaming to get the fuck out.

No wonder they didn’t want the cops inside, because I’m pretty fucking sure this place should be shut down in a second. The second Just One Fix finish their (admittedly awesome) set I’m down the stairs and outside, wondering if any gig is worth risking going back in there. So I decide…”fuck it, I’ve been looking forward to this gig, I dragged my sickly arse out on a Thursday night, I’m gonna make the most of it.” So I walk back up the stairs.

Some dickhead at the top is blocking the way, shouting something in my face. When I push past him, he grabs the back of my vest and hair and punches me in the back of the head…. I spin around, see the security guard at the bottom of the stairs watching… and doing nothing…Fuck this, I’m out. Fucking appalling night, summed up best by the photographer; “A good portion of that crowd did nothing to help the stereotype that metalheads only have one shared braincell”.

The last few gigs I have covered have been at The Studio, and it has really tainted what should be some really fucking good bands. So I think that’s it. I think I’m done with The Studio; I don’t like writing bad reviews, I don’t like good bands been tainted with the shit that a gig at this venue brings, and I want to support GOOD local venues. I’m really disappointed, it was an appalling night, and I didn’t even get to see Hellyeah!

-Tove

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