It's His Party, And He'll Rock Till His 15 Minutes Are Up
By
Mike Hess
7/16/2002 10:43:33 AM

"When he’s not air-kicking, headbanging or even doing a little ‘Riverdance’ type jig a-la Michael Flatley, Andrew embraces the crowd as if they were one of his own friends passed out on his bathroom floor."

Party rock is back with the first rock star of the 21st century, Andrew WK – he’s all that KISS, Twisted Sister and Motley Crue were, just without all the makeup, pyro and STDs. A capacity crowd packed Boston’s Paradise Rock Club in order to “Party Hard” with their beloved God of Good Times, and it’s guaranteed that nobody left disappointed.

This must be stated: musically, there’s not a whole lot there. People love Andrew W.K. for his philosophy (party, have fun, party more, repeat), his limitless stage presence and his beautifully gory album cover from the album I Get Wet. His music is the kind of stuff that will turn an empty apartment into a 5-keg bash.

As soon as his band hit the stage, the mood was set. A guitarist donning Hawaiian shirt; a bassist looking like Sloth from Goonies; other guitarist looking like an anorexic Dave Mustaine. Then, the man hit the stage wearing his trademark white t-shirt and used-to-be-blue white jeans. With a toothy smile and eyes that could brainwash Hitler, W.K. jumped, chopped and kicked his way through “It’s Time To Party”, and you can bet your ass, it was. The crowd bounced in unison, pumping their fists towards their fun-loving savior. Andrew never stopped smiling throughout, truly showing his love for the music, the scene, and the theme he’s created.

When he’s not air-kicking, headbanging or even doing a little ‘Riverdance’ type jig a-la Michael Flatley, Andrew embraces the crowd as if they were one of his own friends passed out on his bathroom floor. For his anthemic “I Love NYC”, he even catered to the NY-loathing Boston crowd, by turning it into “I Love Boston City”, while grabbing a fan’s Red Sox hat and wearing it proudly.

The band kept on trucking, and next came the ultimate of party anthems, “Party Til You Puke”, and it’s quite surprising that his bandmate didn’t. Mid-song, a roadie stormed the stage with beer-in-hand, as the guitarist dropped to his knees, chugged the dumped-from-above brew, hopped back up and ripped right back into the song. Whether you condone the drinking or not, you’ve gotta love that the band does exactly what they preach.

Next up was the album’s title track, “I Get Wet”, and oddly enough… I did. Open water bottles flew from the stage, soaking everyone as the next air-raid was rolls of toilet paper flying through the air. Fans rushed the stage, slapping five with their rock hero, then jumped right back into the arms of their fellow partiers.

Closing with the MTV and radio smash-hit “Party Hard”, WK hoisted a stage-crashing fan onto his shoulders, and still never missed a line or a fist-pump.

He came, he saw, he partied like no other. You can’t spell "RAWK!" without AWK.

 

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