Though power metal grandaddies Helloween have no shortage of Texas fans, their April 8 appearance at San Antonio’s historic Aztec Theater was only their third performance in the Alámo City. (More on that accent in a bit). As part of the 1989 Headbanger’s Ball tour that featured Anthrax and Exodus, Helloween had the opportunity to play an extended set due to an illness that forced Exodus drummer Tom Hunting to sit out much of the tour; the Bay Area legends were unable to secure a replacement in time for the show at the also historic Sunken Gardens Amphitheater, which is situated in Brackenridge Park alongside the San Antonio Zoo and the Japanese Tea Gardens. The looming grunge and alternative scenes that soon forced much of metal underground were unkind to Helloween and their ilk, especially in the United States – they would not return to the US until 1998, when they played a single show in New York City to support the phenomenal Better Than Raw album.
The first proper US tour in the post-Kepper era would not take place until early 2004, and as raucous as that performance was, to say that they half-filled the White Rabbit on the St Mary’s Strip might be a bit too generous. Metal was clearly on the rise again by this point, as evidenced by the success of bands like Lamb of God and Killswitch Engage, to say nothing of Iron Maiden’s return to stadium status. However, a full return to prominence was still a good decade away. My 2004 Helloween ticket stub would be old enough to drink before these Teutonic stalwarts would make a truly glorious return to the Home of the Breakfast Taco.
And man, what a return it was. Slated to take place at the most beautiful theater in the heart of downtown, the second night of the tour that commemorated the 40th anniversary of Helloween’s recorded output promised to be one for the ages. The Aztec Theater boasts a unique Art Deco/ Meso-American design, with enormous columns appropriately featuring Aztec reliefs. Over the lobby is suspended a monstrous three-ton chandelier that was coincidentally installed on the same October day that the New York stock markets crashed in 1929. This unique blend of architectural styles masterfully honors the traditions and cultures that inspired it, and coupled with the dubious distinction of having a centerpiece that was crowned on the cusp of global economic collapse, this has rightly earned the Aztec Theater a spot on the National Register of Historic Places.
What a perfect place to metal shit up. Finland-based multinational Eurodance-metal phenomenon Beast in Black kicked things off in their expected high-energy manner, greeting the rabid audience with last year’s “Power of the Beast.” Known for lively, energetic performances, it’s difficult to pinpoint a single dominant force within this band, but for those of us in the photopit, the clear winner was drummer Atte Palokangas.
The joy this young man experiences through the simple act of performing permeates every fiber of his being, as is evidenced as much by his effortless and unceasing stick-twirling as it is by the grin that literally never left his face. The ease with which Palokangas does his thing is what enabled him to keep going during “One Night in Tokyo” after losing a stick; frontman and Joel Ekeloff clone Yannis Papadopoulos duly retrieved that stick and tossed it back to his bandmate, who caught it and continued playing without ever losing the beat. Such antics are damn near always scripted, and I have zero reason to believe these guys weren’t doing this for the ten thousandth time, but the seamless execution is praiseworthy.
Kírios Papadopoulos also gets brownie points for communicating the band’s humor and joy in what is clearly not his native language, but his mastery of what some armchair linguists call “Metalenglisch” brought many laughs to the appreciative crowd. For instance, he called the most iconic building in San Antonio the “Alámo,” stressing the penultimate syllable as is normally done, but unaware that the accent over the initial “a” in “Alamo” has long been omitted from the mission’s name because the denizens of Saytown are kinda lazy. He also playfully jabbed San Antonio’s sole pro sports franchise, the Spurs, for their two-point loss against the Denver Nuggets a few nights before, but concluded that bit by affirming his faith that the Spurs are soon to return to their late 90s/ early 2000s glory.
Even without their full stage set, Beast in Black are a force unto themselves, and the professionalism they bring to that stage has reportedly never gone missing. During this, their first full tour as a four-piece (longtime guitarist Kasperi Heikkinen left the band last fall), Beast in Black have brought their distinctive Eurodance-infused power metal to sizable crowds ready to devour the band’s wares with the ravenous appetite of a starved demon. Lacking a live keyboardist, however, forces Beast in Black to play along to backing tracks to recreate that unique sonic identity in the live setting, and this practice feels weird to many live music purists.
Replicating this music on stage with such fidelity and consistency is no easy task, and it enables nearly identical performances night after night, but it also restricts flirtation and improvisation, to say nothing of hearing such a prominent feature of the band’s sound seemingly coming from nowhere. This is thankfully not as dizzying as it is with, say, Wintersun, and under the meticulous guidance of guitarist and bandleader Anton Kabanen, Papadopoulos, Palokangas, and bassist Máté Molná are on a trajectory to become a fully dominant entity in the power metal community.
The crowd was now properly hyped for Helloween’s triumphant return, and fuck did they turn out in force. I’ve been fortunate enough to see many excellent performers grace the Aztec stage, but only the likes of Nightwish and Testament have even approached selling out this nearly 1,500-capacity theater. And while there were a few rows of empty seats in the mezzanine for us to rest our aging ankles during this nearly three-hour beast of a set, I was legitimately shocked to see such a fantastic turnout for a Wednesday night show. Was Helloween, the band that barely pulled a few hundred into the White Rabbit during the Rabbit tour, really playing to a crowd as big as Queensrÿche has gotten in this theater? And had they really brought a stage set that rivals King Diamond’s?
Helloween instantly made the grayhairs in the crowd happy with a manic playthrough of “March of Time,” one of the many highlights of the Keeper era. ThatKeeper 2 track kicked off a fucking flooring performance of the opening cut from theKeeper: Legacy album that followed the original pair nearly twenty years later; “The King for 1000 Years” was absolutely not a cut I ever expected to hear live, let alone on this tour or so early in the set. Spanning nearly fourteen minutes, this cut alone covers damn near all of the territory that ever made Helloween great, and hearing this collaboratively composed epic augmented by freaking Michael Kiske and Kai Hansen would have been worth the ticket price on its own. Dayum.
Speaking of Herr Hansen, he took the mic to share vocal duties with both Kiske and longtime singer Andi Deris on “Future World,” which the band started with a brief snippet of Edvard Grieg’s “In the Hall of Mountain King” and later peppered with some of that good-natured, goofy banter with the crowd. Throughout much of the night, the drum riser – perhaps four feet in height and spanning most of the stage’s width – was pelted with some freaking hilarious animations, and the background bore a Somewhere In Time-inspired scene that would make Derek Riggs proud for the evening’s first non-Keeper tune, “This is Tokyo.” The background morphed into a playful arcade scene for “Twilight of the Gods,” while a massive animation of honorary second mascot The Keeper acted as an emcee, referencing the Old Testament’s Walls of Jericho to introduce “Ride the Sky.”
The six performers not bound to one spot by their instruments took full advantage of the liberty their weapons of choice granted them: bassist Marcus Grosskopf bounced with a child’s bubbly joy throughout the set, Deris commandeered the crowd with the panache of Bruce Dickinson, guitar-wielding giant Sascha Gertsner stalked the stage like a cyborg terrorizing a synthwave hellscape, and co-founder Hansen proved simply unable to wipe that grin off his face. Countering this, Kiske (a giant in his own right) delivered the goods with the stern dedication that has preserved his voice throughout the decades, while Weiki’s iconic stoicism brought its own brand of hilarity.
While the introductions of former guitarist Roland Grapow and ex drummer Uli Kusch certainly brought Helloween out of their early 90s doldrums, the “Pumpkins United” iteration of the band simply pulverizes every previous incarnation we’ve seen, especially in the live setting. With so many hands involved in lifting this machine, a decades-long continuation of Helloween simply can’t be ruled out.
At one point in the mezz, I lamented to my companion that Helloween hadn’t yet played anything from Better Than Raw, the album that made me a Helloween fan in the first place, and still my preferred selection from their entire discography. My complaint was well timed, because at that very instant, the band launched into “Hey Lord!” to the delight of many bangers in my age range, and turned the final melodies of Weiki’s solo into a soaring three-part harmony with Hansen and Gerstner adding no shortage of soul to a song neither of them were involved with, while spurious animations based on that album’s cover played on the background.
Neither pushy nor shy about their Christian tendencies, the band then tore into the similarly themed “Universe – Gravity for Hearts,” easily one of the stronger offerings from their most recent effort, Giants and Monsters. Ever the clowns, though, they followed these two songs with the cheeky “Hell Was Made in Heaven.”
Dani Löble’s thunderous drum solo, during which his shout of “San Antonio!” somehow filled the theater without additional amplification, had him so beating the fuck out of his kicks and toms that he sounded like a revving motorcycle, but sadly, this came at the expense of the ginormous pumpkin balloons that were thrown into the crowd during “I Want Out” last time these guys graced the States with their whimsy. But given that this was only San Antonio’s third time hearing this song live, that didn’t matter much to the overjoyed crowd.
A brief acoustic set featuring both Kiske and Deris trading voice and guitar followed, with Kiske strumming and Deris singing clumsily along to that Beatles song Daffy Duck immortalized some decades ago before segueing beautifully into “In the Middle of a Heartbeat,” after which Deris grabbed the guitar so Kiske could sing “A Tale That Wasn’t Right,” albeit an octave lower at the refrain. The crowd knew, however, that the moment Michael Weikath got back on that stage for that gut-wrenching solo with the full band backing them, that Kiske would belt his heart out in the same manner he did nearly forty years ago. He did, and it fucking ruled.
Performing like this night after night will damage even the most cautious performer, so it was clearly time for damn near half the band to take a quick break while Hansen fucked with the crowd a bit before a stripped version of the band – Hansen backed by Weiki, Grosskopf, and Löble – tore into “Heavy Metal (Is the Law)” as a quartet that was as close as we’ll ever see of the original incarnation of this long-running band.
Such meticulous maintenance has clearly served Kiske well – his delivery on the very, very fast, very, very high, and very, very woke crowd-pleaser “Eagle Fly Free” left me wondering if his voice has aged at all. Steadfast opponents of AI in the arts that they are, I’d no-bullshit be shocked if any of the Helloweenies ever confessed to using performance-enhancing tools like auto-tune. Power metal and goofiness might not be everyone’s thing, but Helloween has demonstrated repeatedly over the decades that they’re the real fucking deal, and their dedication to their crafts leaves me damn near 100% certain that any one of these gents will gracefully bow out if they can no longer live up to their legacy.
Despite playing well over two hours, there was only enough time in the set for two epics. The cheesy ghost animations that adorned the stage during “Halloween” made everyone in attendance damn sure that, as serious as these guys are about their work, they also recognize that metal can be pretty damn silly, and embracing these opposing facets has turned out to be a pretty solid formula for them. And that’s the key to making this sort of music last. If you’re not in on the joke, you end up just looking stupid.
The silly Scooby-Doo inspired animations returned for “Dr Stein,” with gracelessly ambulating mummies lurking from the pillars that flanked the stage. The song ended with a surprising segue into the final verse of “Keeper of the Seven Keys,” concluding a frenetic evening of serious metal that celebrates life, levity, and the pursuit of goofiness. The set did disregard several albums (No love for The Dark Ride or Pink Bubbles?), but given how expansive Helloween’s catalog is five decades into their career and how their set and light designs have yet to be recycled since their US draw expanded again, we’d all be wise to make every effort to see their productions.
Photos by Shirley Saccoccia
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