Lamb of God était en spectacle le 24 mai à Camden au New Jersey dans le cadre de leur tournée nord-américaine avec Slayer. Malheureusement, la fin de la soirée n'a pas été facile pour le chanteur Randy Blynthe, qui a chuté sur la scène pendant la dernière chanson.

Heureusement, il n'a rien de cassé et il s'est relevé pour terminer la chanson ! Il a publié un long message sur Instagram pour parler de ce petit incident. Il mentionne qu'il a toujours été reconnu comme un gars énergique, il saute un petit peu partout, il grippe sur des choses et il court partout comme un poulet sans tête.

Bref, il n'est pas surpris que ça lui arrive, puisqu'il se donne à 110% à tous les soirs. Quelques ecchymoses au dos et il était encore endolori le lendemain matin, mais rien de grave. Par contre, ceci lui rappelle qu'il approche des 50 ans et qu'il prend de l'âge. Un vrai guerrier !

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Message de Randy Blythe :

"I'm well known as an energetic frontman. I'm constantly moving, jumping off shit, climbing on top of stuff, just generally running around like a rabid chicken with his head cut off. This has always been my way, and this is what my favorite frontmen always did. You see, I came up seeing bands like BAD BRAINS and THE JESUS LIZARD. HR and David Yow WENT OFF on stage. So I give 110% EACH NIGHT, EVERY NIGHT. If you aren't doing that, get off the stage, you damn weakling. I'm also 48 years old. That means that I've played hundreds and hundreds of shows. That means... shit happens.

"Let's take last night in Camden, New Jersey for example. Last song of the set. I'm feeling good. The band, we are a-rawking. I've been running around for 50 minutes, screaming my head off, jumping, kicking, throwing down. It's near the very end of the last song. Time for one more high kick before the audience sings the last chorus. I approach the two-foot-tall welded metal ego box. I plant my left foot, balancing on the edge of the ego riser and swing my right leg up.

"EXHIBIT A, PHOTO # 1: YEAH, RANDY, YEAH! FUCK YEAH! Just look at that kick! Damn dude — you're looking GOOD! What grace! What poise! What POWER! That kick would take someone's head clean off! Freddy Madball would be proud. WAIT! Uh-oh... the ego riser is slick. Something crappy is about to happen... EXHIBIT B, PHOTO # 2: NO, RANDY, NO! TOO MUCH POWER IN THE KICK ON A WET SURFACE! Shit! Left foot slides out from underneath you! This sucks! Mid-air, you realize: RANDY, YOU ARE NOT LOOKING SO GOOD, YOU GODDAMNED IDIOT. SHIT! FUCK! CURL INTO A BALL LIKE WHEN YOU SLAM SKATEBOARDING! HERE IT COMES! BLAM! And you slam into the ego box on your side — OUCH!

"First thought: please don't let my ribs be broken. Second thought: PLEASE let @kevinwilsonnyc have caught that! Roll off ego riser, jump to feet in a split second, finish the song and the set. EXHIBIT C, PHOTO # 3 — walk off stage. Tell horrified looking friends that you are not dead, and that nothing is broken. Notice imprint of metal box on back stamped into your flesh. Go ice down back. Wake up sore next day for last day of tour. Remind yourself that you are pushing 50. Walk it off, son... ROCK AND ROLL, BABY"