As stated in the Incubus review, the last time I saw Korn was a bit of a disappointment, especially due to the fact they only had 2 albums at the time, and decided to play WAY too much of Life is Peachy.

Anyway, 3 years later, here we are at Wembley, 2 albums more own the line, and awaiting a much improved gig.

But first, the formalities, this time in the shape of P.O.D., since Orgy decided they're still above playing in this country. If they do, they should expect a less than warm reception. A joke about experiencing a Blue Monday is too obvious, really.

Anyway, coming on to a track from the score of The Crow, it must have been a bit deflating to see very few people were in front of them, due to the huge queues still outside, the early start (they came onstage at 7:40), and all the bullshit that went with the venue. More on that later.

However, they weren't put off in the slightest, performing with a lot of energy, and probably making some new friends. Southtown and Hollywood (one after the other) went down rather well, possibly due to being about the only tracks that the majority of those present knew, and got a pit going with their last track, as more people flooded in. Even got a crowdsurfer, despite that activity being against regulations. Just one piece of advice, lads: stop the preaching, some people don't appreciate it.

Then came the agonising wait for Korn to get on stage, not helped by Fieldy emerging from under the curtain partway through. This reminded me of the last time I saw 'em-too much roadie activity, not enough Korn. Every time there was a pause in the soundtrack, the crowd erupted expecting them to emerge, mainly thanx to Mr. Arvizu, as well as the fact it was reasonable to think that a stage setup shouldn't take seemingly forever. Do they enjoy fucking with the crowd?

After forever, the cutains pulled back and the sirens went off, revealing former Faith No More drummer Mike 'Puffy' Bordin filling the stool, and the cage at the back (complete with guards), with rather a lot of smug assholes residing in it, deciding that giving the finger to the crowd would be a good idea. Who gets to see the band from the front again?

Then, from my viewpoint, Head and Fieldy emerge from the left of the stage, followed by Munky and Jonathan Davis (in a long coat) from the right, and tear into Falling Away From Me, causing an eruption in the pit on the Krakatoa scale, complete with a mass chantalong to the chorus. Just to make sure, It's On! follows to a reaction just as rabid. Then the loathed Got the Life (well, I hate it-it's aimed for MTV and nothing else) comes on, with the crowd bouncing along merrily.

Then comes the other part I was dreading, airing of LiP material. Luckily, it was Twist, followed by A.D.I.D.A.S., with Jon walking along th upper level of the cage to appease the assholes, with crowd participation to boot. Then they finally go into material from their debut-Ball Tongue-and start to fuck around with the crowd with long pauses in there. Then Head and Munky go into a brief interlude, before Jon comes out in his kilt, and Fieldy also has time to change.

Due to experiencing dehydration, the next part is a bit of a mix up in the brain, but features Good God, Make Me Bad, Clown and Trash (I will explain later), before Jon disappears backstage again, taking the band with him. But he's back again, and this time he has bagpipes! Yup, Shoots & Ladders time-although the pipes were obviously from a backing tape!

Halfway through, a la Family Values, they cut into the start of Justin, but rather than the medley they played that time, Jon gives a brief warning of 'Check this out' before the other obvious track, Freak on a Leash fills the arena, getting a tornado response from all and sundry. With Somebody Someone following through to a lesser reaction, the big guns return with an emmense rendition of Faget with the crowd hollering along as if their lives depended on it, before Kill You finishes off the set.

After the expected chants requesting a bit more of their time, the loop of 4U plays, before Jon steps out alone (in a tracksuit this time), before what everyone has waited all night to hear arrives-Blind-with a MASSIVE reaction, at the wrong end of the set, when you think about it. Ah well. With the crowd well and truly battered, they sign off with Jon promising to 'See y'all next time', and walking off.

An awesome gig, much improved from the last time, although no-one has come ner the gauntlet thrown down by Nine Inch Nails, although I would like to comment on the choice of venue. Wembley fucking sucks.

They were incapable of staging this event and seemed to not give a shit about the safety of the paying punters. Queuing was a problem since the turnstiles weren't labelled very well at all (several standing tickets, including myself, spent ages in one of the seated queues, then had to beg people for a decent spot in the right queue), as said before crowdsurfing meant ejection (they mercifully relented), having to hand in keychains, but keep keys (so if you lost them, at least you had the chain?), not being able to take a plastic bottle with the lid forcibly removed into the auditorium meant many were dehydrated, the Gorillas wouldn't let you take photos (hand in the way), so you had to wait until they weren't looking or get on someone's shoulders, the lino floor was slippery it was miraculous no-one broke their neck, the bar closed at 10 (a good half hour before the gig finished, and an hour before pubs), and when they re-opened out of sympathy all they had was Fanta, winning the lottery was easier than getting your chain/jewelery back, and you didn't even get to keep your ticket, so the only proof I have of even being there is the band on my wrist and witnesses. And having the dog patrol outside added insult-the hoologans wouldn't be there for 12 hours for the FA Cup Final.

So, if anyone reading this is about to go to a gig at Wembley-DON'T. Especially if it's Steps or 5ive.