They have nothing to fear but fear itself.

Well, that's true for at least two of the acts on the Fear of the Trailer Park Tour, which hit the Saddledome last night.

Headliners Our Lady Peace, for one, are assured an escape from mobile home living, thanks to a career that's not only survived a decade but keeps creating a newer, younger fan base, as last night's approximately 9,000-strong, predominantly underage crowd can attest.

The stars of the showcase series, the Trailer Park Boys, are also fairly safe due to a cult hit that has likely grown tremendously because of their F-bomb-dropping antics on this tour.

So who should be afraid, very afraid?

Show openers Seether, for a start. The South African quartet is about five years and two albums away from being its own band with its own sound.

Right now, however, it smells like teen Nirvana, right down to song structure and especially frontman Shaun Morgan's uncanny Cobain vocals, which he likewise sings through a mask of shoulder-length hair.

The question, I guess, is, will they make it to that five-year mark?

From the band's lack of real stage presence, to its non-descript image, the odds are stacked against them.

Presence isn't the problem for Finger Eleven, formerly the Rainbow Butt Monkeys (hey, I'll stop bringing that up when they stop sucking) -- their twitching guitarist and spastic bassist made sure there was plenty to look at on stage.

It's the band's music itself that's the problem, sounding as though it was put together by committee: Hard but not too hard, dark but not too dark, and heavy but not too heavy, they touched on everything without nailing one thing.

As alluded to earlier, the three stars of Trailer Park Boys certainly make an impression.

Having already introduced themselves earlier with a videotape that was shot around Calgary that afternoon, Julian, Ricky and Bubbles hit the stage to swear and stuff.

Bubbles (Mike Smith, who used to be in the Canadian band Sandbox) also "treated" the crowd to a heart-warming country song about kitties.

It was a great 15 minutes of levity that got the crowd nice and primed for OLP, who were recording last night's show for a live DVD and CD -- not that the national rock heroes really needed any help in getting the faithful up for their set.

OLP are arena rock vets, and as such are well-versed in what it takes to make it work, from the sound board smoke machine to a simple, yet incredibly effective light show, which was made up of sharp, bright hot lights.

Helping them out is an endless stream of hits, including numerous samples from their current album Gravity. They chose to kick the shop off with one of the album's better cuts, All For You, which was fittingly anthemic.

Soon after, they -- and seemingly everyone else in attendance -- belted out one of their earliest hits, Superman's Dead.

Although top-heavy on songs from Gravity, throughout the course of their set they also managed to jump around their other four albums -- as well as Whatever, the theme song for WWE wrestler Chris Benoit -- pacing things terrifically and always, no matter the song tempo, keeping the energy and intensity at an impressive level.

Everyone in the band -- especially frontman Raine Maida, an enigmatic one-man army, who tempted fate and drove security nuts by wandering into the crowd -- exuded an amount of confidence that transcended the material.

Of course, OLP aren't the most adventurous rock band out there, but they are an extremely polished and entertaining one.

And as long as they keep putting on pleasing, virtually air-tight rock shows like the one last night, they and their audience have nothing whatsoever to fear.

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