Date: 24th August 1997
Event: Day Trip To Tipp Festival (formerly known as Féile Festival)
Venue: Semple Stadium
City: Thurles
Country: Ireland
Support: n/a
Tracklist:
1. Smack My Bitch Up
2. Voodoo People
3. Breathe
4. Poison
5. Funky Shit
6. Their Law
7. Firedrill
8. Serial Thrilla
9. Climbatize Link
10. Mindfields
11. Rock’n’roll
12. It’s My Own Secret Technique Link
13. Firestarter
14. Fuel My Fire
15. Gabba
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Review by Donnacha DeLong:
After 3 years away, the great unwashed descended on a small town in Tipperary to rock. And to drink as well. The line-up looked good and the drink would make them all seem better than they were any way.
First shock, no bar in the stadium. No drink at all. Unlike Feile where you could leave the venue now and again, for this gig there was no readmission. The fact that most of the crowd had started drinking beforehand and started to sober up very quickly gave the gig a depressed feel.
Then there were the bands. The first band I saw were the Cardigans. Boring one-hit wonders. The rest of their stuff is nothing like “Lovefool”, it sounds like a bad mix of the Sundays and the Cranes.
Reef next, and as expected they were a bit of fun. For a while at least. The fact that all of their songs sound pretty much the same got very tiresome after around two or three.
The Foo Fighters were a huge disappointment. Apart from the MTV friendly singles like “Monkey Wrench”, the other songs were just a noisy mix of shouting, distortion and too much bass. Perhaps this was a bad day for them, but it was a very bad day.
Things could only get better, but then again, next up were Kula Shaker. People seem to like the jumped up little shit, but I don’t understand why. An inauthentic attempt at 60s acid rock – all guitar solos, bad organ playing and bullshit lyrics. The sooner Crispin Mills disappears up his own arse, the better.
Then the Manic Street Preachers came on. Thank whatever deity there is. The Manics are one of the best live acts there are. Yes, we do love you. The set ran through a selection of their best stuff from all four albums – “Motorcycle Emptiness”, “La Tristessa…”, “Faster” and “Australia” all appeared among others. During their set the rain started. It was light at first, but the band showed they have supernatural abilities. The first note of “Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head” was played and the skies opened. The song continued and the faithful danced manically in the rain. Unfortunately, the band were cut short and when they finished, we realised we were cold and absolutely drenched.
After an hour’s wait in wet clothes, the Prodigy came on. Wet clothes can damp anyone’s spirits, but they did get a reaction. However, they are definitely on the decline. As a live dance band, the Prodigy were the best, as a techno rock band, they are average. “Smack my Bitch Up”, “Breathe”, “Voodoo People”, “Poison” and “Firestarter” were all played, but they all have the same flaw. A stadium rock band, techno or not, need to have some anthems. None of their collection of songs really have more than one or two lines repeated over and over. It does get a bit tiresome.
And then it was over, well almost. As we left through the exit tunnel we found it was flooded. After wadding through 3 inches of water, we realised that it wasn’t water. The fucking sewers had flooded and the exit tunnel was now full of piss and whatever else had gone down the toilets.
The perfect end to a fucking perfect day.
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Worst description above of one of the best days out in my memory. People like the above poster should stay at home, sitting in front of the fire, rapped in a blanket, knitting their godchid a wooly hat big enough to protect its ears the beautiful beats of the Prodigy and listen to classic fm on the wireless. What a load of tripe. Prodigy were sensational, playing their first ever Irish stadium gig. A step up from their usual protective covering on the narrow stage of the point depot they took to the arena with style and rage and with the Manics as a warm up you couldn’t go wrong…nobody felt the rain because the atmosphere was already dripping from the images of Nena Persson from the cranberry’s displayed large and proud on the big screens hours before…it was like walking in to a gig sponsored by Vogue with two giant billboards of the hottest singer on the planet being advertised as you entered. What a day, what a festival.
* from the Prodigy & * Nena Personn from The Cardigans apologies to the late great Delores O’Riordan for that mistake ;/)