System of a Down Uk Tour
The opening riff to “Spiders” or “Chop Suey!” drops, and suddenly you’re not a 35-year-old accountant from Croydon. You’re a wild animal in a bubble of pure energy. You’ll jump, you’ll scream every word wrong—“Wake up! Grab a brush and put a little makeup!”—and you won’t care about your dignity.
Serj’s voice sounds exactly like it did on the CD you played in your mum’s Ford Fiesta. It’s terrifying. It’s beautiful. You’ll notice he’s still wearing that same weird hat, and you’ll feel a sense of cosmic relief. Some things, at least, stay the same.
Between songs, you’ll pant like a golden retriever on a hot day. You’ll look at your mate, both of you grinning like idiots, mouths moving but words lost in the ringing in your ears. You’ll just nod, a shared understanding: This is it. This is our jam.
The Crowd: A Beautiful, Sweaty Family
Here’s the thing about a System UK crowd: it’s a university reunion for people who never went to uni together. You’ll see dads with their teenage kids, punks with office workers, and some guy wearing a Lord of the Rings t-shirt who moshes harder than anyone else.
Someone will inevitably crowdsurf. They’ll be held aloft by a dozen strangers who have never met, all working together like a human conveyor belt. It’s the most wholesome thing you’ll see all week, right after you accidentally elbow a grandmother in the ribs during “Sugar.” She’ll high-five you.
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When they play “Aerials,” the entire arena becomes a single, swaying creature. Thousands of phones light up, not for photos, but as silly little stars. You’ll feel a lump in your throat. Is it dust? Is it emotion? Probably just the nachos, but you’ll let yourself believe it’s magic.