For all their prog majesty, Tool are above all else the same provocateurs who once trolled the church of Scientology. That means any performance by them isn’t going to adhere to usual standards or conventions, and the idea of putting on a “greatest hits” set is like expecting a whale to suddenly fly a plane. So naturally, as Sonic Temple's headliner for the final night of the festival, they surprise us by jumping straight into Stinkfist as opener.
From there, things get as weird as you’d hope. Rosetta Stoned is delivered in frantic gibberish, wails of “Holy fucking shit” and “I forgot my pen / shit the bed again” about the only parts we can reasonably decipher in Maynard James Keenan’s unhinged psycho-babble.
