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Kaleidoscopic lights,bright flapping banners,multiple stages the Bacardi NH7 Weekender ground in Greater Noida was dressed like a major music festival should be. On Sunday,despite the call of the other stages,most of the crowd firmly made its way to the Bacardi Black Rock Arena,the venue for Megadeths performance.
Whether midriff-baring or beer belly-concealing,black T-shirts dominated the crowds fashion sensibilities,with a majority of these bearing the legend Megadeth. There were also a large number of girls,belying the belief that the genres fan base is the aggressive male. As the sun sank,the archipelago of people became a continent,with a common chant of MEGADETH. The band,old hands at showmanship,tweaked the crowds volume like virtuosos,coming out singly,testing equipment,running sound checks and teasing the audience. A video of all of them psyching themselves up in the green room elevated energy levels to a fever pitch.
The music was immaculate Mustaine and Brodericks chords were razor sharp as they plucked complex melodies,and Ellefsons heavy thrumming bass provided some solid backing notes. Drovers drumming was fluid yet controlled as he switched from staccato drum beats to liberally splashing on the snares. The sound quality,however,tended to drown out Mustaines vocals at times,a disappointment since Megadeth is infamous for its lyrics. A giant video screen behind the band showing montages of war scenes,economic and religious leaders and symbols from around the world,ensured that the audience knew the reference points of the songs.
The audience put up a show of its own headbanging to the music and moshing dancing in a wild,and slightly violent,manner. At the end,Mustaine roared out,Youve been great,weve been Megadeth.
