I will barely ever get up in arms about a band but I'm about to.
Katatonia came on, and they all just stood still for a fucking hour. Their vocalist did little to no crowd banter, and hid behind his shitty spit end, sweaty, nasty hair, and poured a puddle of sweat into a what looked like either a long shirt or a sweatshirt, from standing still and barely singing. Every single fucking song would start off like they were going down this almost cool melodic death metal route before those shitastic, most monotone, most lifeless vocals came in and made it seem like what I could only assume is grandfather alt rock. None of them had any stage presence and many people were chanting for them to get off the stage for Devin Townsend. We left for part of their set, and dedicated the time to walking through a lovely downtown park in St. paul, and when we'd gotten back the atmosphere had never changed, people just didn't give a fuck about this boring band that looked like a limp, viagra-less, 65 year old dick up on stage. And before you say maybe I just didn't give the music a chance, my friend and I listened to them on the way up, and we had to turn it off, it was so dreadfully boring, we opted to just put on all of the Project albums at the time on instead. They also went over their allotted time and I was freaking out that it would cut into Devy's time, which it luckily didn't, but fuck them, nobody cared for them and they just wouldn't stop playing.
30 minutes later and the entire crowd was hugging each other head banging to Grace and it was magical.