Saturday, June 27th, 2026
When I rolled out of bed this morning, the mission was simple: blast it across the desert sky that my wife and I — along with a shoulder‑to‑shoulder, wall‑to‑wall, standing‑room‑only mob of metal diehards — just lived through one of those nights that remind you why live music still matters! Metal Rules! No room in this house, no room in that showroom, no room anywhere except the stage and the sound system roaring like a jet engine on takeoff!
What was supposed to be me hammering out a straight‑up review of two killer metal bands turned into something way better — me ditching the notebook, snapping a few raw, sweaty photos, and just living in the moment. Laughing with friends, talking trash, soaking up every decibel from the first blast of heat to the final knockout punch. Last night .. I was a fan!
So, here's my Rock Writer slash Fan review of how last night went down!
The night opened with Dirty Ratt, a band so hot they could’ve melted the Copa Room carpet. They came out swinging with Wanted Man, tore through The Morning After, and slammed the door shut on their 50‑minute assault with Lay It Down — all wrapped inside a setlist that would make the original Ratt boys grin from ear to ear. Pure Sunset Strip energy, no filter, no brakes, pure metal mayhem!
Dirty Ratt - Tribute To LA's (Hollywood) Legendary Metal Band, RATT band members:
Dirty Ratt doesn’t just have a lineup — they roll in like a street gang of Sunset Strip survivors ready to torch the stage.
Out front, leading the charge, is Tate Thibodeaux — a vocalist who doesn’t sing so much as command the room. He steps up to the mic like a front‑line general, firing off vocals that grab the whole room by the collar and make everyone pay attention! Can you say, Stephen Pearcy!?
On guitar and backing vocals, Alan Woretschek brings the grit, the grind, and the kind of tone that could sandblast chrome! He's a six‑string street fighter whose riffs hit like they’ve been sharpened on a back‑alley brick wall! He's a Kung Fu Fighter on guitar!
Holding down the low end with a snarl, Keith Trombino fires off bass lines and backing vocals like he’s wiring the whole place for detonation. When he digs in, that bass doesn’t just rumble, it hits like a steel‑toed boot to the chest, the kind of seismic thump that makes the walls sweat and the crowd brace for impact like a comet falling to earth on impact!
Sharing six‑string duties, Chris Miggiani slices through the mix with riffs sharp enough to draw blood. the kind of guitarist whose tone doesn’t just cut, it carves, leaving scorch marks on every note and song he plays!
And on the shins — the heartbeat, the engine, the artillery — Gus Camargo drives the whole machine like he’s trying to crack the earth’s crust. Hammering the skins with such volcanic force that every strike feels like it’s daring the room to withstand just one more blast!
{My Take On Dirty Ratt}
"Dirty Ratt rolls in like a fully armed street battalion. Together, they’re not just a band — they’re a five‑man wrecking crew, built for volume, danger, and pure, unapologetic metal badassery! Bring this band back to Sin City" ~Gary England~
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The next blast of the night came locked, loaded, and extremely dangerous — another heavy‑metal wrecking crew, born in Hollywood but reborn in Sin City. The tribute torch now burns in Las Vegas, carried proudly by Red Hot, the full‑throttle Mötley Crüe Experience that hits like a jet‑engine scream in a casino showroom!
Out front on lead vocals, Rob Hussey channels the Crüe snarl with enough swagger to rattle the chandeliers in the high-limit room! When he steps up to the mic, he unleashes that wild‑eyed, leather‑soaked front‑man energy that makes the whole room feel like it’s teetering on the edge of a full‑blown Sunset Strip riot in CA!
On guitar, Laurent Cassiano fires off riffs like he’s trying to summon the ghost of the Sunset Strip. the kind of molten, high‑octane guitar fury that feels ripped straight out of a midnight back‑alley gig on the ’84 Crüe tour. Every note he hits comes loaded with danger, swagger, and that unmistakable Hollywood sleaze that turns a simple riff into a full‑blown sonic punch to the jaw!
Holding down the low-end, Larry Cassiano brings that dirty, grinding bass thump that makes the floorboards vibrate below your feet! The kind of low‑frequency assault that doesn’t just shake the room, it rearranges your internal organs and dares the crowd to keep standing through the impact!
And behind the kit, Ryan Gillan drives the whole machine with a drummer’s fury — tight, loud, and built for maximum destruction! Every strike he lands feels like a controlled explosion, the kind of precision chaos that turns a simple beat into a battlefield and makes the whole room pulse like it’s strapped to a live detonator ready to explode!
{My Take On Red Hot}
Red Hot – The Mötley Crüe Experience doesn’t just bring danger — they weaponize it. This Sin City beast hits the stage like a pack of outlaws with nothing to lose, with Rob Hussey snarling like he’s fronting a riot, the Cassiano brothers — Larry and Laurent — ripping strings like they’re trying to resurrect every neon‑soaked ghost on the Sunset Strip, and Ryan Gillan pounding the kit with the precision of a man who knows exactly where to place the next explosion. This isn’t a tribute — it’s a high‑voltage, leather‑clad threat, the kind of show that feels like it could blow the doors off the venue if someone breathes wrong!
"Red Hot makes Tommy Lee look like an angel in leather, turning every show into a high‑voltage, pyro‑free riot that feels one wrong breath away from blowing the roof off the room"
~Gary England~
{My Rock journalist slash fan review of last night}
Last night at the Copa Room inside the Tuscany Suites, Dirty Ratt and Red Hot – The Mötley Crüe Experience didn’t just play a show — they tag‑teamed a full‑scale metal takeover. Dirty Ratt came in swinging like a five‑man street battalion, and Red Hot followed with that Crüe‑level danger that makes the chandeliers in the high-limit room nervous. Two killer bands, two different flavors of chaos, and together they proved Vegas still knows how to throw a night that leaves your ears ringing and your soul grinning!
The Tuscany Suites Copa Room deserves its own standing ovation — bar staff moving like rock‑and‑roll ninjas, sound and lighting dialed in like a world‑class arena, and management running the whole operation like pros who know they’re hosting something special. It’s one bada$$ room built for rock stars, a place where bands don’t just perform — they explode in the moment!
What a five‑star night… hell, let’s be honest — give both metal bands and the venue ten stars. Nights like this make me want to be a bad boy too!
Gary England
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