Concert Review: Adler’s Appetite
I will admit that I was ready to laugh at these guys. And I will also admit that I didn’t recognize the first song, but that didn’t matter, because ADLER’S APPETITE FUCKING ROCKED. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when a bunch of veteran musicians, who’d spent most of their lives doing nothing but rocking, treated the Mill Creek’s tiny little stage like it was Madison Square Garden. These are guys who can rock the house with both hands tied behind their back, and by the time they hit “Night Train”, the second song, that was exactly what was going on. Never mind that both guitar players looked like zombies, or that Chip Z’Nuff’s hair looked like a Harpo Marx wig. Fists were pumping. People were jumping. Sing-alongs, and a collective shout of “YEAAAAAHHH” when Adler popped out from behind his drums with the biggest, doofiest smile I’ve ever seen to ask if we wanted “more motherfucking rock-n-roll” and if so “show us your titties”.
The rest is at Phawker, and here’s some bonus material that didn’t make it in:
I went back inside just as the crowd began another chant of “Adler! Adler! Adler!” as the band began playing “Knockin’ On Heavens Door”, which was as weak live as it was on the album. Adler made the obligatory “Hello PHILADELPHIA!” [Singer Rick] Stitch asked the crowd if there were more titties in Philadelphia than in Delaware, so I yelled “We’re a much larger state with a significantly larger population, so yes!” I don’t think he heard me.
Adler may be drug addled and have a speech impediment due to the drugs, but he’s having more fun than I am.
