Limp Bizkit, Ecca Vandal, y Jack Parow

You have to imagine that there’s nobody of a certain age who wouldn’t consider - privately or otherwise - the prospect of a Limp Bizkit live show to be anything other than riotously good fun. There’s few rock crowds in the world that wouldn’t go wild for Chocolate Starfish’s holy trinity - ‘Rollin’, ‘My Way’ and ‘Take a Look Around’ - but scratch the surface, and you come to realise that their canon is much stronger than you might remember; ‘My Generation’, ‘Nookie’ and anarchist anthem ‘Break Stuff’ are all setlist staples, too. Fred Durst, of course, remains one of the world’s most ridiculous men, but look at Bizkit’s festival form these past few years, and there’s no question he’s capable of holding even the hugest of crowds in the palm of his hand. Wes Borland’s appetite for frankly terrifying stage get-ups hasn’t faded, either, and there’s just the right amount of out-and-out silliness in the set - take that cover of George Michael’s ‘Faith’, for instance - to confirm that nobody in the band is taking themselves too seriously. Current indications are that material from newest record Gold Cobra is beginning to nudge its way into the fans’ affections; even if it had failed in that regard, though, the Jacksonville outfit would surely be happy with the sheer bedlam that their biggest hitters incite night after night.