Hi Spooks.
Ok this is a review that was printed in a mag here call BEAT.I havent yet to right a review but will and post it soon.I am still trying to come to terms with the totally awesome show i have seen.This review was written by Linda Coopes.And says nothing about the show.I am sure it is totally her opinion and i believe she never ever liked the band or every will as when you read it you will find out.Well here we go.Ohh if you feel so strongly against the idiot who worte this here is there email. beat@ozonline.com.au and believe me after reading it that addy will come in very handy!.

MARILYN MANSON
Enmore Theatre

Strolling into the Enmore tonight, to witness the Anti-Christ Superstar show, you didn't need to gaze into a crystal ball to work out that you would not be entertained by some hippy born in Bethlehem. The hoards of black-clad ghouls and gothic brides warned you that the brethren of the underworld were gathering for a little shin-dig. Then it was goth-rock-horror show time, and the fun and silly little games began.
Brian Warner, aka Marilyn Manson - God of Fuck - card-carrying Satanist - etc, etc, etc - certainly leaves nothing to your imagination, but quickly manages to insult your intelligence. He imprudently underrates a person's power of judgement, and their ability to distinguish the real thing from a shoddy imitation. He obviously takes a great perverse delight in attempting to shock and offend all in his presence. His excuse for is 'performance art', but after enduring this no-talent superstar show, one can only pity such a deluded fool. Sure, all the little girlies were gushing and sighing and screaming for him to take it all off, hoping to see the promised fellatio and over-hyped pyro-manic behaviour. But as expected, all meaningless babble and not much action - musical or otherwise. A few minutes of his predictable anal-retentive antics were slightly amusing and somewhat morbidly interesting, but after an hour of suffering such blatant self-indulgence, it just became truly nauseating.
You'd think Warner would be over his teenage fantasy by now. Someone please remind him, that he is not Trent Reznor - never was, and never ever will be. Nor does he have the haunting charisma or stunning vocal talent of such dynamic performers as Pete Murphy (Bauhaus) or Jonathan Davis (Korn). Warner is a lame joke, but the most frightening thing of all, is that one suspects that this man does take himself seriously, and thinks he's a musical visionary. Anyone can sing a cover of a great song and gain some attention, but the problem is, behind all Warner's theatrical rhetoric is an empty void.
There was nothing original or redeeming about tonight's performance. Warner's not the first man to smash a guitar, pretend to cut himself, or throw a mic stand about the stage in a mock temper tantrum. He even managed to wipe his skinny arse on the American flag that he had wrapped himself in - a typical and ironic contradiction - he shits on that which gives him the freedom to expose himself as a clown. Hopefully, in a year or so, and after another dud album, the joke won't be funny anymore, and no-one will even remember or care who Marilyn Manson claimed to be

LINDA COOPES