Limp Bizkit

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.

The Dirty Nil was AMAZING!!! They're super interactive with fans before and after the show, and their stage presence is great. the merch is a pretty good quality too, the only downside was the drunk assholes that almost crushed me in a mosh pit that started next to me. luckily a big tall dude noticed my 5'3" ass and stood in front to protect me. But that's just the audience in my city.
Anyway yeah they're fucking great I love it

There are certain bands with which you have to wonder if their unique selling point is going to be something that they’ll struggle with a little as they start to get a bit long in the tooth. I’m not talking about the Rolling Stones - they’re just a straightforward rock and roll band - but take blink-182 as an example; now that they’re all in their forties, married with kids, is there any real dignity and climbing up on stage night after night and delivering ninety minutes of toilet humour to those assembled? The same theory could very well apply to Cypress Hill’s stoner antics, although it apparently hasn’t slowed them down as time’s gone on; 'Black Sunday' feels like a long time ago now, but the South Gate outfit continue to pull in the crowds. The classics remain present and correct - "Dr. Greenthumb," "Hits from the Bong," "I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That" - and, of course, the focus on weed is still heavy, to the point at which I’d suggest that you might feel rather detached from proceedings if you don’t indulge. Marijuana and Cypress Hill go together like The Flaming Lips and acid; when they delivered a storming set at Leeds Festival in 2010, B-Real even shared his blunt with the stage-side cameraman, to the crowd’s delight.