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Marilyn Manson Takes His Time at Terminal 5

January 30th, 2015

Marilyn Manson – Terminal 5 – January 29, 2015

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I had never seen Marilyn Manson perform before, so I was a little upset that I was running late to Terminal 5 last night. (Note to self: LISTEN when people say to give yourself an extra five minutes to commute in this town). Out of the cold and into the venue, I hadn’t even made it past the box office before I could hear ferocious screams from the crowd. As I wound my way upstairs to get to my usual vantage point on the third floor, I dodged couples making out in an uninhibited way, weaved around dancing fans and almost got knocked flat by a girl in a full-body black leather suit. It was quite the experience to walk into late, and that was before I’d even caught a glimpse of the night’s headliner.

Finally facing the stage, I watched as Manson performed for the next 90 minutes, each song eliciting more screams from the fanatical audience. He didn’t necessarily blaze through the set—instead, a slower, more methodical pace suited him—but Manson still managed to evenly cover his two-decade career. Each song was accompanied by some sort of sly joke or demand, like when he said he wanted them to “pound the witch drum” before his band started up “Cupid Carries a Gun,” or when he made a pun with the title of “Disposable Teens,” or when he asked his stage manager to tie his shoe before “No Reflection.” I hadn’t expected as much dry wit on top of the biting and provocative statements, but over the last 20 years the world has sort of caught up to how weird Manson used to seem. But those in attendance didn’t care either way: Everything he did stoked the fire of their fandom.

Over the course of the rest of the set, Manson oscillated among whipping around his microphone, kneeling on the stage monitors and striking dramatic poses during songs like his infamous cover of the Eurythmics’ “Sweet Dreams.” The night’s momentum peaked just at the end when Manson donned a black surgical mask, apron and, of course, some blood for “The Beautiful People.” The crowd contracted as almost everyone thrust their phones in the air, attempting to capture the night’s final celebration of freakish fun.
—Sean O’Kane | @Sokane1