Outside Mexico City's Sports Pavilion hundreds of young Rage
fans rattle metal fences and throw rocks at the increasing nervous
police. Inside, a seething crowd of 5000 lucky ticket holders cram
into the cavenous pavilion chanting fingers into the thick, sweary
air while waiting for Rage Against The Machine to storm the
stage.
One of the greatest live acts in music history. Rage only affirms
that fact with this show. Whatever club, theater, arena, or stadium
they're in, the opening of each Rage...
Outside Mexico City's Sports Pavilion hundreds of young Rage
fans rattle metal fences and throw rocks at the increasing nervous
police. Inside, a seething crowd of 5000 lucky ticket holders cram
into the cavenous pavilion chanting fingers into the thick, sweary
air while waiting for Rage Against The Machine to storm the
stage.
One of the greatest live acts in music history. Rage only affirms
that fact with this show. Whatever club, theater, arena, or stadium
they're in, the opening of each Rage Against The Machine show
always feels like a grenade has gone off. But this night ut was as
if a truck full of bombs blew up as the band tore into opening
salvo of 'Testify'. Fans cascaded toward the stage like rippling
waves stopping only to pogo up-and-down like jackhammers.
Longtime supporters of various political causes in Mexico, Rage
were performing for the very first time in Mexico City. The
connection between the audience and the band is electric. From the
early 'all hell can't stop us now' chant in Guerrilla Radio to the
blood-curdling screams in the finale of Freedom, there is an
urgency at this show that is unrivaled. This is live rock & roll as
it's meant to be heard: fierce, funky, uncompromising. This is Rage
Against The Machine in their finest hour.