LIVE REVIEW: NOFX – Paris, FR – 8/7/14

NOFX proved punk is still alive with a sold out show in Paris with Implants and Lagwagon.

NOFX by Edouard Poirey-Camus

Some people may say that punk-rock is dead, mostly in France. However, NOFX proved the opposite when, on August 7th 2014, the band played a sold-out show in Paris.

More than a thousand people filled the Trianon Theatre, coming to see the new punk-rock band, made of members from Strung Out, Pulley, Ten Foot Pole or even The Tank, Implants, who released their first album From Chaos To Order last year. When seeing them on stage, we can easily tell they are not new to this, that they are the “super-band,” as they can be called.

Even though many people were still outside, or at the bar, while Implants were on stage, the crowd got even bigger, and heavier, when Lagwagon were about to hit the stage. No need to introduce this band, who has been there since 1989, making them one of the leading bands of the genre. When thinking about punk-rock, you expect electric guitars, awesome bass lines, a drum beat you can head bang to, and lyrics you can relate to. Lagwagon has it, obviously, but can also surprise when bringing an acoustic guitar on stage, even just for a few chords, making Joey Cape even more adorable. If we have to be honest, Lagwagon woke everyone up.

Indeed, 10 minutes before NOFX were announced to come on stage, security had to move, and catch crowd surfers. Immediately when Fat Mike (lead vocals / bass) went out of behind the stage, he reached front row barricade punkers and handed out to a lucky fan his glass, half full (or half empty) of a red drink, while NoFx’s crew put beers and other drinks in front of the band’s amps. After few songs, and more drinks, Fat Mike, and his guitarist, Eric Melvin, started jokes, with the crowd, asking if there was “anybody back here?”, and joking about two girls wearing the same band shirt. As the band was playing in Paris, they couldn’t miss the opportunity to sing Joe Dassin’s famous song, about the prettiest avenue of the world, the Champs Elysées. But who to sing it with? None but the concert promoter. After, but even before, that, crowd surfs, screams and lyrics being shouted didn’t stop a second.

In short, punk-rock is still alive, and even in the middle of the summer, can bring more than a thousand of people, of all ages, from the youngest to the eldest, united in the same room for a reason, the reason of punk rock.

Review and photos by Edouard Camus