By Michael Lopez
After about 40 minutes of no music on either stage – partly due to technical difficulties on both stages – Kottonmouth Kings and Rise Against filled the night’s air with some much-needed music. Rise Against had to suspend their set due to the difficulties, but were good enough sports to come back out and wrap up their set after the 40 minute hiatus.
I should note that the name Kottonmouth Kings finally dawned on me after all these years – they love to smoke weed! They took the stage at 7:40 (30 minutes later than scheduled due to the difficulties), and got the crowd absolutely amped with their off-kilter, just plain weird brand of hip-hop. The first person to take the stage was a tall fellow, his face obscured by an all-white face covering, puffing on some weed (surprise!) and blowing the smoke out over the crowd, thus setting the tone for what was about to come. I must say that I am struggling to convey the bizarre theatrics of a Kottonmouth Kings live show. It’s not easy to put into words what happens up on stage. I caught myself wondering what the fuck was going on, especially given the crowd’s over-enthusiastic reaction to the music. I was more than intrigued to see an act like Kottonmouth Kings on the bill for Edgefest, and my masochistic tendencies told me I should catch some of their set. After watching them breeze through their early songs, I finally left once the dude with a classic punk mohawk and a leather vest came on stage and started screaming out of a bullhorn. I could finally seek refuge in this guy, because he let me know, through his bullhorn-themed antics, that there was no way in hell I was ever going to understand what was happening up on that stage.
Also, what music festival--especially one featuring Paul Oakenfold--would be complete without a glo stick-selling dude? Answer? None.