Some concerts transport you to another place – a different era, a different mindset, maybe even another world. Like last night’s spectacle at B90, where reality itself dissolves in a cosmic, horror-fueled fever dream of sound and spectacle. When Sick N’ Beautiful and Lordi took the stage, they opened a portal to a universe where rock ‘n’ roll reigns supreme, monsters roam free, and nothing is quite what it seems.
From the first pounding notes, Sick N’ Beautiful made it clear that this was no ordinary night. The Italian outfit – equal parts industrial hard rock, sci-fi cinema, and neon-drenched madness – turned the stage into a dystopian wonderland. Clad in otherworldly costumes that looked like they had been beamed in from a far-off galaxy, they blurred the line between music and performance art. Their set pulsed with electrifying energy, a fusion of heavy riffs, synthetic beats, and anthemic choruses that felt like the soundtrack to a lost cyberpunk epic.
Sick N’ Beautiful is a concept, a vision, a transmission from some alternate dimension where rock music collides with the aesthetics of Blade Runner and Mad Max.
Then came Lordi, they stormed through the stage like rock ‘n’ roll demons on a mission. The Finnish monster-rock legends are nothing short of a spectacle – KISS meets Alice Cooper by way of a creature feature horror film. The moment Mr. Lordi and his band of larger-than-life ghouls stomped onto the stage, the atmosphere thickened. The air buzzed with theatrical tension, and then – boom! – the guitars hit, and all hell broke loose.
For the uninitiated, Lordi might be best known for their shock Eurovision 2006 victory with “Hard Rock Hallelujah”, a moment that saw them bring heavy metal to the mainstream in the most outrageous way possible. But to reduce them to that one night would be to miss the bigger picture. Lordi is a rock ‘n’ roll legend – 19 albums deep into a career that has never wavered from its monstrous, horror-infused vision. Each show is like stepping into a supernatural fever dream, where every riff, every drum beat, and every chorus feels like the theme song to some lost 80s horror flick.
Mr. Lordi himself is an imposing presence, clad in a towering, nightmare-inducing costume that somehow still carries a devilish sense of fun. His charisma is undeniable, and last night, he had the Polish crowd eating out of his clawed hands. Whether it was his playful attempt at speaking Polish or his effortless command of the stage, the audience responded with unhinged enthusiasm – laughing, cheering, and headbanging in unison.
Then came one of the night’s most unexpected moments: a drum solo inspired by Knight Rider. Yes, that Knight Rider – the 80s TV classic that made David Hasselhoff a legend. It was a perfect nod to nostalgia, a reminder of their latest album.
And when the first notes of “Hard Rock Hallelujah” rang out, the crowd lost its collective mind. It was pure catharsis – monstrous, chaotic, and euphoric. A moment where the energy in the room surged to supernatural levels, as if some ancient rock ‘n’ roll beast had been awakened, demanding tribute in the form of raised fists and screaming voices.
Because that’s what a great concert does. It tears down the walls of the everyday world and builds something new in its place – a night where monsters walk among us, where reality bends to the will of the music, where for just a little while, we are something more than ourselves.
Last night at B90, rock ‘n’ roll wasn’t just music. It was an event. A spectacle. A story brought to life in neon and blood, distortion and power chords. And above all, it was a hell of a lot of fun.
