Of all the multiartist radio festivals mounted in this country every year — and there are quite a few of them now — none manages to pull in top-name talent as consistently as those hosted by Burbank’s KROQ do, and this latest rock-star-studded edition of the charity Weenie Roast was yet another summer triumph for the radio station and its listeners.
In keeping with what’s popular with young rock fans these days, bill leaned heavily toward the testosterone-fueled antics of such youth-targeted groups as Bakersfield’s Korn, Limp Bizkit and East L.A.’s Cypress Hill, and the various shades of hard rock by L.A.’s Stone Temple Pilots, Orange County’s Lit, Everclear and Creed.
No Doubt’s excitable singer, hometown girl Gwen Stefani, was the lone female on the bill, though she’s no shrinking violet onstage. Renaissance man Moby — who bounded between keyboards, bongos and acoustic guitar — the delinquent strains of South Bay beach punks the Offspring, and compelling Calabasas-based rockers Incubus brought much-needed diversity to the all-day event.
After forgettable early-afternoon sets by the likes of Everclear and Lit, and a generic-sounding hard rock effort from Cypress Hill, STP was the first band to capture the attention of all the kids with a solid set of provoca-tive, Zep-fueled songs. Singer Scott Weiland was resplendent in silver glittery cling-dress and pink wig, no doubt a tribute to Stefani. No Doubt followed but struggled to keep the metal-heads entertained.
Creed did its best Pearl Jam imitation at dusk. After dark, the clunky metal-funk-rap of Limp Bizkit was a big hit with the packed house, espe-cially when bitter singer Fred Durst fired off a couple X-rated insults at Trent Reznor. Air-raid sirens and overhead helicopters (with spotlights turned on the crowd) signaled the arrival of headliners Korn, who played 50 minutes of their signature goth-metal blend.
But it was metal grandfather Ozzy Osbourne who turned in the surprise set of the day (between Limp and Korn). He played a couple tracks like “Crazy Train” with the latest version of his solo band, then dragged out the three other original members of Black Sabbath for an unexpected three-song jam of classics like “Paranoid.” Calls to “get off the stage, old man” from a few ignoramuses almost spoiled the moment.