There are many, many things I could tell you about how surprisingly awesome this show was, but I can sum it up in one story: at the end of the encore, Yngwie suddenly channeled all of his inner Sonic Youth by turning on all of his effects at the same time. During the resultant flood of sound that filled the theater and made me wonder how loud bass tones need to be for people to start shitting themselves, while the rest of the band randomly beat on their instruments and Ripper Owens screamed high-pitched murder, Yngwie took a sunburst Stratocaster (kinda like this model, but probably this model) and beat the crap out of it until it broke apart. Then he (carefully - no Dillinger Escape Plan-type violence here) threw the pieces into the crowd and said good night. After the physical mass of sound died away, I could still hear some intermittent shrieking noises. I thought they were some sort of after effect of destroying a guitar, but no: they were from the fire alarms.
Yngwie Malmsteen is so metal he set off the fire alarms.
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