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A Perfect Circle ( 09 February 2004 - 11:08 p.m. ) A Perfect Circle. A fucking Perfect Circle. A Perfect fucking Circle. A fucking Perfect fucking Circle. A Perfect Circle were FUCKING AMAZING tonight. Absolutely astoundingly brilliant. Unbelievable. The first song had Maynard behind a screen, his shodow projected with spiral patterns onto it. Then in crashed the guitars fo 'Pet' (count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums) and the screen fell away revealing the the musical genius that is Maynard James Keenan, the greatest singing voice on the planet. They were flawless, Maynards voice filling the room and beyond, Billy and James providing a frenzy of guitar sound, and underneath it all the driving thunder of Jeordie's bass, and the thumping of Josh's flailing drums. The light show covered every wall, not just the stage, but the whole damn place And the setlist - every fucking song I could have asked for: 'Magdalena' (I'd sell my soul... a dollar at a time/For one chance/One kiss/One taste of you my Magdalena), 'Pet', 'The Outsider' (Narcissistic drama queen), 'The Package' (Clever got me this far/Then tricky got me in), an amazing rendition of 'The Noose' (Your halo/Slipping down/To choke you now) and so many others. And they finished, of course, with 'Judith' (It's not like you killed someone/It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side). With the exception of Radiohead and Tool, this band musically and emotionally piss on everyone else. They really fucking rock. | |||||||||