Limp BizkitHaving DJ SK3L3TOR warm the crowd up before Limp Bizkit was like having bread before the main meal; it's enjoyable, but if the meal takes too long that bread starts to look pretty shitty and gets torn to pieces. Luckily Limp Bizkit soon arrived on stage, with SK3L3TOR on the decks, and exploded into their set with Rollin'.
Fred Durst's dress sense hasn't changed, a red hat backwards, saggy jeans and a silver chain hung from the man spitting rhymes at the centre of the madness. Wes Borland looked predictably unimaginable, his body painted white with a flashing helmet that looked half Ridley Scott's Alien half a disco ball and entirely terrifying.
The near sell-out crowd jumped and flailed violently as mosh intensity was at a level befitting a Rise Against concert. Death circles spawned all over the Sydney Entertainment Centre, and though angry and over-excited 20- and 30-somethings looked like they wanted blood there were no fights, and anybody knocked over in the madness was swiftly picked up by a friend or nearby stranger. Durst noticed and praised “a very respectful crowd”, he also dedicated the show to the spirit of Jessica, the girl tragically killed by injuries suffered at their 2001 Big Day Out set in Sydney.
With a new album on the way most were expecting them to trial some fresh material (although hoping they wouldn't.) But the band stuck mostly to their pre-2003 stuff and threw in a cover of Killing In The Name. Durst is a master of lifting crowd energy and keeping it sky high, there were no bad tracks or lulls, each song was either crazy or fucking insane. They spread classics like Nookie, My Way, My Generation and Take A Look Around out nicely. Break Stuff was last and the crowd saw it coming, the entire standing section squatted down and drummed the sticky floor with their hands in anticipation. When it finally broke the mosh erupted for the biggest tussle of the huge night. Bravo Limp Bizkit, you've still got it.
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