There are always questions that arise when a tour like this one rolls into town—one headlined by a charismatic frontman once at the top of the rock charts who has since struggled because of drug addiction and problems with the law. One who has sold tens of millions of albums with his original band, but whose subsequent efforts have fallen short of that success. Questions about whether that frontman still has that edge, that charisma that made him one of the most popular rock vocalists of the 1990s. Whether his voice has withstood the test of time, and if his first sober songwriting can still rock the house.
And the answer to all of these questions: fuck yeah. Scott Weiland's still got it, and he showed that to everyone at the TLA on Friday night. And the people-watching was pretty awesome as well.
The crowd was aching to travel back in time to 1994 before the opening act, Big Bang TV, even took the stage, and unfortunately for them, the Brooklyn quartet was not what they had in mind. Big Bang TV played what ended up being a very interesting set that spanned numerous genres, which is what happens when you combine a typical rock rhythm section with a drum machine, turntables, and a laptop. Big Bang TV defines their music as "what happens when four people who can't agree on anything try to make music." It showed—the turntablist at one point took off his headphones and rocked the ukulele for a song.
While Phillyist found Big Bang TV to be a pleasant surprise, one thing the audience could agree on is that they wanted to rock—hard—and these guys weren't bringing it. There was a "Freebird" heckler one song into the set, and the crowd began chanting "STP" one song later. You gotta remember: these are the types of guys who are probably still knockin' boots to "Wicked Garden" and "Sex Type Thing." In fact, one guy standing next to us proclaimed Big Bang TV was the "worst opening act I have ever seen." However, this guy looked like the 40-Year Old Virgin with flannel—literally, a grunge has-been who has never known the touch of a woman—so we don't take his taste in music too seriously.
Though the crowd had to wait, they weren't disappointed.
Weiland strutted out to massive applause and began with three songs from his new solo album, Happy in Golashes. The crowd went with Weiland on the new material, which was more like crooning than the bull-horn-aided fuzz that helped sell Stone Temple Pilots eight million records in 1992. Now 41 years old, Weiland's voice has matured, not aged. He can still hit all the same chords and his voice is more melodic now, an instrument far superior to those of his traveling rhythm section.
These ballads, one of which featured the lyric "you are the apple of my eye," were all well and good, but when the band went into the opening notes of "Vaseline," the crowd went nuts. Weiland ripped into the song with the fervor we all remember from the mid-90s, ending the song with a scream that was half Steven Tyler, half David Draiman, which sent the crowd into such hysteria that the band had to wait a minute before they began playing their next song.
Another element of Weiland's charisma that hasn't tempered with age is his dancing. Now anyone who knows STP knows one thing: Weiland's got some moves. We saw STP live for the first time in 2000, and Weiland's gyrations and displays of flexibility were unlike anything we had ever seen onstage outside of Cirque du Soliel. We can only describe Weiland's moves Friday night as part Moonwalk, part Mashed Potato, and part Electric Slide. Phillyist must admit: we were in awe, and somewhat entranced.
Weiland played a handful more STP songs throughout the night, including "Interstate Love Song," "Atlanta," and "Unglued." The crowd's energy clearly grew with every jaunt back to the 90s—including the hit "Barbarella" from his 1998 album 12 Bar Blues—but his new material wasn't too shabby either. Close your eyes and you might think you were at a David Bowie show—he even did a rendition of "Fame" that was quite skilled, though he prefaced it by saying they had only rehearsed it once before.
However, there was one big piece we were yearning for by the end of the concert—the DeLeo brothers. This guitar and bass duo were the perfect complement to Weiland while in STP: quiet finesse, not too showy, providing Weiland with an open canvas to display his eccentricity, emotion, and charisma. While Weiland's drummer killed it, the lead guitarist was out of his element, showing up Weiland on numerous occasions in the name of getting his guitar solo. To start, the guitarist looked like this guy. No joke. Second, there were times during the STP songs when the guy couldn't even hit the notes that Dean DeLeo wrote 10-15 years before. Third, when he finally found a note that he could hit, he took center stage and made the classic constipated face when guitar players strain to hit the boss notes. I got news for you, buddy: this song is NOT about you. People didn't pay $30 per ticket to see you. You're only playing for crowds of this size and energy level because of Weiland. You are BACKUP for one of the most successful hard rock frontmen of the 90s. Start acting like it.
We were thrilled to see Weiland back in his element, feeding off the energy and the crowd and loving every second of it. We wish him well in his sobriety, and cannot wait to hear the new material STP produces when they return to the studio.
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