ROB ZOMBIE/ MAR­I­LYN MAN­SON DEADLY APPLES

FIVEPOINT AM­PHITHE­ATRE, IRVINE

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War­ring in­dus­trial metal icons re­new their vows on the West Coast

SUM­MER MIGHT BE draw­ing to a close but tonight at the FivePoint Am­phithe­atre, there’s a rau­cous party un­der­way. This is the fi­nal night of this sum­mer’s Twins Of Evil Tour: The Sec­ond Com­ing, which has seen head­lin­ers Rob Zombie and Mar­i­lyn Man­son re­visit their 2012 co-head­lin­ing tour of the same name. For­tu­nately, the nasty pub­lic feud­ing be­tween the men dur­ing their first tour seems to be a thing of the past, as the men kicked off this year’s it­er­a­tion by re­leas­ing a joint cover of the Bea­tles’ Hel­ter Skel­ter.

In­side, Mon­treal four-piece DEADLY APPLES [5] trudge du­ti­fully through a short but plod­ding set of generic in­dus­trial rock that be­trays an ob­ses­sive fa­mil­iar­ity with the works of Man­son, vi­brantly un­der­scor­ing the gulf be­tween the two. Just a week ago, MAR­I­LYN MAN­SON [7] col­lapsed on­stage in Hous­ton, re­quir­ing med­i­cal at­ten­tion for what has been re­ported as a bout of in­fluenza. Tonight he storms out with sprightly vigour, lead­ing his band through Ir­re­spon­si­ble Hate An­them, An­gel With The Scabbed Wings and This Is The New Shit. “This is the best mutha­fuckin’ Cal­i­for­nia crowd, evah!” he bel­lows af­ter

The Dope Show. But by the mid­dle of the set, both his en­ergy and his voice no­tice­ably ebb. Bat­tling ob­vi­ous

fa­tigue, Man­son ven­tures into the front row, slinks across the ris­ers and drapes him­self across the stage, res­ur­rect­ing for a thun­der­ous clos­ing of The Beau­ti­ful Peo­ple and Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This).

It’s hard to be­lieve that nearly 20 years ago to the day, ROB ZOMBIE [9] re­leased Hell­billy Deluxe – the plat­inum­cer­ti­fied de­but that launched his solo ca­reer while si­mul­ta­ne­ously pound­ing the fi­nal nail into the cof­fin of his old band, White Zombie. Tonight, Zombie ca­reens about the stage, gy­rat­ing, howl­ing and leap­ing as if zero time has passed since that day. With vir­tu­osic shred­der John 5 grind­ing out filthy, hip-swiv­el­ling riffs at ev­ery turn, Zombie pow­ers through Su­per­beast, Liv­ing Dead Girl and newer tracks like The Hideous Ex­hi­bi­tions Of A Ded­i­cated Gore Whore. He cuts short the open­ing of Thun­der Kiss ’65, say­ing “We have a giant fucking field and all I see is peo­ple play­ing with their fucking phones!” Zombie hec­tors the crowd into putting them away for two min­utes, then re­sumes the fes­tiv­i­ties. The band con­tinue with a gag­gle of cov­ers in­clud­ing En­ter Sand­man and Hel­ter Skel­ter, joined by Man­son, be­fore clos­ing with a su­per­sonic ver­sion of Drag­ula. More than 30 years into his ca­reer, it’s com­fort­ing to know that Rob Zombie’s still out there, show­ing the kids how it’s done.

Rob Zombie puts on a non-stop ex­otic cabaret

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