Accept have done it again, delivered a concert out of this world. The band was in great shape and looked like they had a great time, the new guys really fit in and are doing a excellent job. The only thing I can put my finger on is that the set should have been longer. When they came off stage the crowd kept singing Balls to the wall as they walked home and I heard a lot of them saying that Accept was the best band today.
A crowd in excess of 18.000 people awaited Accept at their biggest festival show ever in Spain. And the band delivered. Drawing from a wealth of classic metal songs that can raise the dead, Accept were arguably the most powerful classic band at the festival. Yes, they may have a long carreer, but they have managed to reinvent themselves with the last three albums and remain up to date. Classics is what people sing, but new songs are what keep them fresh and they delivered a good mixture of both. From the opening salvo of “Stampede” until the closing with “Balls to the Wall” they played a set that was balanced and intense at the same time, with plenty of guitar solo faces from Wolf Hoffmann, old school raspiness from Mark Tornillo and a refurbished rhythm section where only Peter Baltes remains from the classic line-up and newcomers Uwe Lulis on drums and Christopher Williams on guitar showed that they deserve their place in the band.
Concert Review: ACCEPT; Kuopio Rock Cock 2015; July 31
BY: TJ FOWLER
I have lived here in Finland for about three and a half years, being transplanted from Tennessee into a heavy metal wonderland. In this span of time I have had great opportunities to cover bands I could only dream of back in my home state. One of these great opportunities has been getting the chance of covering the legendary ACCEPT.
The first time was in September of 2014 in Tampere in a moderately sized club and the band commanded the night like no other. This time however they were headlining day one of the Kuopio Rock Cock Festival and this would be my first time seeing them in a larger setting.
Living in Kuopio I have attended this festival every year since arriving here in 2012 and the festival never ceases to amaze in the acts they bring as headliners. Nightwish, Scorpions and now ACCEPT.
To say I was eager is an understatement. The band took the stage as the day had mostly faded away but still glimmers of light were peeking through the clouds which is the norm for long summer nights in Finland.
This night though, the people of Kuopio needed to beware what was lurking in the shadows because they were in danger of getting stampeded by a heavy metal titan.
ACCEPT stormed the stage and proceeded to stampede the audience with…well the song Stampede. The fans went ballistic and cheered the band every step of the way and the band kept rolling its metal wheels and launched into Stalingrad followed by London Leather Boys.
One after the other the band kept delivering hit after hit and the fans screamed in unison with the band. Whether it was Princess of the Dawn, Metal Heart or newer songs like Pandemic and Teutonic Terror, the Finnish fans made their country proud this night and gave the band 110% support. Even the fans off to the side in the drinking areas and not in the main crowd area were standing and head banging to the band.
In Fact, the city of Kuopio itself showed its pride. There were several police officers who actually came to the festival when ACCEPT went on stage to specifically see the band play because they were fans of the band.
The band wasin true form and sounded perfect, and they could have honestly used this show to record some live material. They sounded that good.
It should also be noted the band has a couple new members, guitarist Uwe Lulis and drummer Christopher Williams. I have to say these two guys have made excellent additions to the band and both had more of an active stage presence than some previous members and showed of some great showmanship. It is always great when all the members have some stage presence they can show the crowd. (Scroll down past photo to read more and see thank you video)
If you get the chance to see the band live on their current tour, don’t miss the opportunity, they will blow away any other act they go up against and were the highlight of Kuopio Rock.
My hats off to the band and to the festival itself for bringing them here.
To sum things up I want to use an analogy, I live in an area here in Kuopio called Petonen, roughly translated, it means beast. Well tonight I ran into that beast…in the form of the German Teutonic Metal Machine…ACCEPT!
The honest truth is that ACCEPT is the whole reason we came to Balingen this year. When the festival was first announced, I distinctly remember sitting at my desk and thinking that Accept would be the obvious choice to headline the 20th Anniversary Festival. Then I thought back over all the times I’ve seen Accept, on small and mid-sized stages throughout the southeastern USA. Then I remember imagining what it would be like to see Accept on the huge outdoor festival stage, with thousands of people singing along every word to every song. Then I ordered our tickets to BYH Fest. True story. Now that the moment was finally here, I could barely contain my excitement. The stage looked amazing, featuring an enormous backdrop with the ‘Blind Rage’ cover art, a massive wall of double-stacked amps with the Accept logo from one end of the stage to the other, and a cool drum platform in the middle. That’s it. The taped intro to “Stampede” started and suddenly we were off to the races. Whatever lofty expectations I had for Accept on this night were well and truly shattered by their dominant performance. Guitarist Wolf Hoffmann and bassist Peter Baltes effortlessly worked the stage from one end to the other, with frequent visits to the catwalk, individually and collectively. They bounded across the stage with an obvious joy and exuberance that belied their ages. Mark Tornillo demonstrated why he is the perfect frontman for this band, as he belts out the vocal lines with poise and power but knows when to step back and allow Wolf and Peter to take over. New guys Uwe Lulis (on guitar) and Christopher Williams (drums) seemed completely at home in the band. Both were marvelous players who seemed fully dialed in with their bandmates and committed to the cause. To be sure, Lulis mostly stayed out of the spotlight, but on a couple of occasions I saw Wolf motion for him to come over to center stage, or even out in the catwalk, to enjoy some time in the limelight. Wolf and Peter have both said in recent interviews that the band is tighter than ever in its new incarnation. Seeing is believing.
A curious aspect of this three-day festival was the opportunity to compare and contrast how different headliners do it. Unlike their predecessors on Thursday and Friday nights, Accept had almost no gimmicks, no props, no special effects (other than a few blasts of CO2 gas), and a few other little things. By and large, they let the music do the talking, relying on sheer energy, killer songs, and force of personality to win over the crowd. And did they ever. It was positively magical to hear the audience singing every word of so many songs, and adding rousing choirs during the singalong parts to songs like “Stalingrad,” “Princess of the Dawn,” “Metal Heart,” and of course “Balls to the Wall.” The band felt that way too, with Tornillo exclaiming with amazement, “You guys are killing it! Last band of a three-day festival and you’re all standing and screaming.” And we were. I felt like I was in a dreamstate seeing Wolf and Peter out there at the end of the catwalk, rocking out to their hearts’ content on the jammy extended version of “No Shelter.” New songs, old songs, everything was executed brilliantly, from the 80s romps through “Losers and Winners” and “Midnight Mover” to the fistful of new classics like “Dying Breed” and “Final Journey” from Blind Rage. Here’s an interesting fact: Accept played 10 songs from the Tornillo era tonight, and just 8 from the Dirkschneider period. Living in the past? I think not. You know, I wouldn’t have had it any other way (I did miss “Breaker,” though, first time I’ve seen them in recent years where they didn’t play that tune). Only moment where my heart jumped into my throat was during “Pandemic,” when Baltes dashed out onto the catwalk, then ran back to the mainstage at full speed, only to wipe out when he hit the stairs. For a split second, I imagined Peter being injured, unable to continue, the show screeching to a halt. But then Peter got back to his feet, raised his fists with a sheepish grin on his face, and resumed rocking as if nothing had happened. Both Wolf and Mark made a point of walking over to check on him, but he waved them off. A minute later, Peter was running back out onto the catwalk, sprinting to and fro, one fist in the air as if to tell us, “No worries folks. I got this.” And he did.
If the metal gods are kind to me, I will see Accept many more times before either (i) I go deaf or (ii) they call it a career. I will never see them better than they were tonight. This gig is one of those memories that I will lock away in my heart, forever and ever, bringing it out whenever I need a little sunshine, a little inspiration, a little pick-me-up to get through a tough day. Accept were the best band on the planet tonight. And I got to experience them. Thanks BYH! Setlist: Stampede, Stalingrad, London Leatherboys, Restless and Wild, Dying Breed, Final Journey, Shadow Soldiers, Losers and Winners, 200 Years, Midnight Mover, No Shelter, Princess of the Dawn, Dark Side of my Heart, Pandemic, Fast as a Shark. Encores: Metal Heart, Teutonic Terror, Balls to the Wall.
Man did I need an Accept fix! After seeing the band nearly a dozen times, for the first two reunion albums, I’d only seen them twice for Blind Rage: Wacken, a year ago and their return to Gramercy, in NYC at the start of the current world tour (which has yet to set down in North America, apart from scattered handful of dates). There have been some changes in the line-up since, but the principles remain intact, although there’s a dichotomy between the mainstays. There’s Peter Baltes, the smiling, perpetually headbanging bassist, with curly hair flopping in time to the music. If the late Jim Henson ever designed a can’t sit still, ADHD Muppet (had he started a few decades later, surely he would have), it probably would look like the ageless Baltes. To his side, the bald, face-pulling guitarist Wolf Hoffmann. Like a guitar wielding cobra, Hoffman coils himself, striking with steel string fangs. Zap! Don’t worry, the bite is infectious and without antidote. Succumb to the inevitable.
24 amp stacks, a dozen to each side are illuminated before showtime, the Accept, crossed guitar logo in place of any company name. Drummer Christopher Williams comes on and smashed an introduction on the circular (70s) gong behind his massive kit, as the boys kicked into ‘Stampede’. The 17 song was almost exactly split between new and old, with ‘London Leatherboys’ cropping up third, Mark Tornillo, more confident than ever, now that the first round of cuts are over, working the crowd, out on the gangplank, yet returning to the stage and nailing the final lyric, just as he turns to face the audience. It was a noisy, fast guitar set, containing ‘Restless & Wild’ (a surprise coming so early, in the fourth slot), the welcome return of ‘No Shelter’, ‘Pandemic’ (where Hoffmann drops to his knees) and Tyrolean ditty introduced ‘Fast As A Shark’. If ever there were a call for strobes (in spades), it’s this, heads down, balls out, piece of metal! That final pair actual close out the proper set.
‘Dying Breed’ was under blue lights, while ‘Final Journey’ saw jets of compressed “steam” shot skyward, with just the drummer, Wolf and Peter (or is that Peter & the Wolf, Prokofiev?) onstage. ‘Shadow Soldier’ is one dear to Tornillo’s heart, always onstage in a military cap. Purple lights for ‘Losers & Winners’, Wolf and Peter sharing the same mic, on the bassist’s side of the stage. ‘Midnight Mover’, another welcome returnee, would see the two of them alone on the catwalk, trading licks, as Tornillo waits onstage, keeping time. Baltes began ‘Princess Of The Dawn’ atop the variegated riser, while the guitarist made a rare solo appearance on the opposite side of the stage. The first chorus see Wolf with arms outstretched, cuing the crowd to sing along. Deep blues and fog onstage, without prodding, they continue to sing, even though Hoffmann never plays a note. As Peter towels off, they go directly into unusual green lit ‘Dark Side Of My Heart’, where the roles are reversed” Mark on the catwalk and the venerable duo onstage, headbanging. The aforementioned ‘Shark’ ends with the two guitarists center stage, to a huge ovation, as the stage goes black. Almost everyone knows it’s not over and what remains, as illuminated amps, pink lights and plenty of smoke hasten their return, implored by Hoffman (arm in the air) for the opening strains of ‘Metal Heart’. ‘Teutonic Terror’ and the ubiquitous ‘Balls To The Wall’ follow, capping not only another victory, but unofficial end of the festival.