Anna Hyams, Author at Summer Festival Guide

CAMP BESTIVAL Shropshire 2024 – The Big Review!

September 1, 2024 by Anna Hyams

THURSDAY

After weeks of nice sunshine, OF COURSE it is widdling it down the day we’re heading out to Camp Bestival Shropshire. Regardless, we are determined to have an excellent time and head into Weston Park with glee to collect our wristbands.

After wrangling two very excited children, four adults, ten tonnes of snackage, a crate of fancy dress and a partridge in a pear-tree into our home for the weekend – a fancy shmancy bell-tent – we are all knackered and hungry. The arena calls us, with it’s beautiful silk flags waving in the wind (the rain has thankfully subsided). We make our way over to The Feast Collective, find a long bench to house everyone, and go about selecting some delicious dinners to fuel our tanks. Plant-based tacos, chicken katsu bowls, steak frites, smoothies and cocktails served in pineapples… you name it, you can find it at Bestival.

After dinner, a walk around the site is in order and I can definitely say that more attention to layout and decoration has been taken this year. There seems to be something fun to look at everywhere you turn, and things seem to flow more easily than in last year’s set-up. The new Navigation Town, tacked onto the back of Caravanserai and the bandstand, looks absolutely beautiful, and I love the new stamp-able passport initiative for the kids.

We spend the rest of the evening playing in smoke bubbles at the Bubble shop, and buying a Cheshire cat tail at the Tail shop, from a lady dressed as a disco lemur. 10/10 Bestival evening of weirdness, but we defect to camp to get some much-needed sleep before the big weekend.

FRIDAY

A morning of pancakes and delight at the fact that the rain has gone, is followed by donning our brightest funnest clothing and heading out to see what’s up. There’s already a huge queue for the World’s Biggest Bouncy Castle, heaps of people already queuing up for water sports like paddle-boarding and wild swimming, and lovely morning Yoga going on at Slow Motion. You couldn’t pay me to take a dip in the ice-bath though, I’m just not that person.

We talk a walk through the woods, which have been significantly developed since last year – now housing the Scouts and woodland activities such as fabric weaving between trees, bug catching and even mini-archery. We have a go at toasting s’mores on the open fire, crack-out the dressing up box on the woodland stage for a quick soliloquy, and have a good old crash around in the Orchestra of Objects. I particularly liked the teaspoon and tea-pot glockenspiel.

On the main stage, Hacker T Dog & Katie Thistleton from CBBC are getting rowdy in the crowd and blasting interesting versions of the theme tunes from Paw Patrol and Fireman Sam, which is obviously going down a storm with the small beings (and the Dads). During the explosive Braniac show, we pop over to pick up our Kids Pass food packs – at a mere £40 for the entire weekend, I genuinely Believe this is the best initiative a UK festival has ever come up with.

So first up, we show our QR codes to pick up the pack itself, which consists of a Camp Bestival printed drawstring bag (which is a really nice quality souvenir in itself) and a printed water bottle, as well as our sheet of vouchers. The vouchers consist of; 1 lunch, 1 snack, 1 dinner and 1 sweet treat per day. In the next tent over, we go to pick up the lunch items for day one – hand in our token and are offered a choice between a sandwich, a wrap and a pot of pasta. These are full-size meal-deal type offerings, which are then supplemented with a fruit snack bar, a squeezable yoghurt, a box of fruit juice and then two pieces of actual fruit (which you can go back and get more of at any time of day, unlimited. Filling up the water bottle with filtered tap water is also a nice touch, it tastes better than the other water points on site.

I realise I am waxing lyrical about a food scheme here, but I can’t tell you how much stress it took off our shoulders for the weekend. We didn’t have to think about whether the kids would like their lunches – it’s all kid-friendly options, we didn’t worry about getting nutrients into them thanks to the fruit, we could carry the snacks around all day instead of being blindsided by “I’m hungry” every two minutes. The main meals were redeemable at heaps of outlets around the site (personal pizza, kids tacos, hotdogs and chips, even ramen bowls!) and ours chose exclusively ice-cream as their daily sweet treat, of course.

So after our picnic lunch, we took a squiz at all the other entertainments on offer across this area, including skate ramp lessons, a giant game of football and roller disco. Everywhere we wandered had stamp stations for the Navigation passports, so we spent a good deal of time trying to get those done as well.

Rick Parfitt Jr. covers pop bangers from U2 to The Black Eyed Peas, but Say She She really bring the party, with their funky disco sounds. All three of them are not only mesmerisingly beautiful, but incredible vocalists – if you have the chance, they are a must-see.

McFly are my stand-out band of the weekend, coming in with so much energy and joy you can’t help but get up and dance with them. A huge crowd is going absolutely bonkers for ‘Where Did All The Guitars Go’, Tom is jumping around the stage, we get a cover of Bon Jovi’s ‘Livin’ On A Prayer’ mixed with the ‘YMCA’… what’s not to love? Kids on shoulders are rocking out to ‘All About You’ and ‘Five Colours In Her Hair’ like it’s the early noughties all over again, and I’m here for it.

After Orbital’s Phil Hartnoll gave his first performance at the CBeebies Bedtime Story Tent (reading Doggy Dance Off), its time for the sonic sounds of gorgeous ambient rave from their decks in the Big Top. Spiraling soft lighting provides a backdrop to their dance party antics, and I can’t stress this enough – if you don’t like ‘Chime’, there’s something wrong with you. Go see a Doctor.

Rick Astley closes the main stage for Friday night, looking truly debonair in a coral coloured suit and his inimitable coiffured hair he struts out to a deafening cheer from the crowd. Honestly he looks like he’s just stepped right off the Hairspray musical stage into Weston Park.

A rousing carousel of his own hits and a few covers ensues, peppered with jokes and anecdotes about his time as a performer. “I’m 58, my knees are shot, my ankles are shot… Not really, I’m fit as a fiddle, drink me in! I don’t really dance as much anymore, I just stand here looking gorgeous. Camp Bestival, do you want to dance with me?” laughs Rick, as he salsas his way across the stage.

“There are people here young people, people whose mums and dads weren’t even born when these Songs were out” he giggles before dropping into 1988’s ‘Hold Me In Your Arms’. After thanking everyone in the entire festival; “…massive thank you to the staff and crew, the security, Brownies over there, Hot Dogs… Chunky Chips, let’s hear it for the Chunky Chips!” and a rendition of AC/DC’s ‘Highway To Hell’ which he plays on the drums, our anticipation is finally satiated with the reverse-rickroll, the one we’ve been waiting for – ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’. It’s a delight to see and hear this in person to be honest, iconic and nostalgic. I bought a t-shirt with it on too because I want to rickroll everyone in my daily life, forever.

The night is still young, so we take a stroll around to the truly beautiful Caravanserai, my spiritual home. Everyone is dancing or crammed into tiny caravans drinking fun cocktails, children are sleeping in trollies or dancing in bubble trails, Bestival at night is the most magical and hard to explain experience, the whimsy and carefree vibe is unmatched. Alas, the small ones will wake with the sun regardless of my wish to live in the night, so we mosey back to camp for bed.

SATURDAY

A morning of Soft Play (for the under 5’s) gives us the gift of post-breakfast energy burn, followed by a couple of goes on EarthBot’s slides, and then seeing Bluey (for real life!) in the CBeebies tent, complete with take-away colouring pages which proved very useful for downtime later on.

Mr. Maker has everyone drawing shapes in the sky with their fingers, and roaring along to his very questionable rendition of Old McDonald (no, Tigers are not traditionally farm-animals, unless you’re Joe Exotic I guess). Morning of the Misters continues with Mr. Tumble who is playing to an absolutely enormous crowd of shrieking children, but we are having a picnic lunch off to the side.

Having hastily chosen our movie only a couple of weeks ago and scrambled to put together outfits, we, the cast of Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure, scamper over to LoveBot to enter the Fancy Dress Competition. This year’s fancy dress theme of ‘Time & Space’ of course meant that there were about 5 Delorean/Marty McFly teams in attendance, The Flintstones were pretty amazing too, but my vote would absolutely have gone to the Dune-themed family who had turned their festival trolley into the coolest disco sandworm ever. Unfortunately we came second, and the competition went on so long that the kids’ patience had run as dry as Arakis, but we all got rosettes so were pretty pleased with ourselves regardless.

In an effort to appease a tiny gromp, we take to the Carousel for some old-timey action and witness one child screaming (not with joy) their way around the at least 4 minute long ride. Not one to be offput by this, ours thoroughly enjoys herself and then asks to go on the Helter Skelter as well. Seeking a little shade and a sit down, we pop round to Josie’s Post Office, which is set up with colouring and craft tables – a perfect break, especially with the relaxing sounds of Joe Fleming at Caravanserai in the background.

On the main stage, The Amy Winehouse Band are giving us all the hits in the sunshine – though it is bringing back memories for me, of seeing Amy Winehouse at Bestival in 2008, a few years before her death. At that show, she rocked up 80 minutes late and stumbled her way badly through what was left of the set – getting absolutely slated for it in the press. She might not be here today, but it feels like I’m hearing what it should have been like – bittersweet.

Hak Baker brings us a soulful set full of feel-good songs “I see a lot of smiles that’s good, I need that today”, before Gok Wan (who does his own intro “He’s six foot and gorgeous, iiiiiit’s GOK WAN!”) brings his bouncy fun DJ set to the arena. We defect early in search of food, today’s choices include pie, roasted duck fries, and pasta Bolognese with garlic bread.

The Darkness kindly ask if we, the parents would like a censored set from them “…the next song has quite a few expletives, do you want the dirty or clean version? I can swap some of the words, one beginning with C becomes coconut, which has three syllables rather than the original word… so, dirty or clean?” to which everyone obviously screams “Dirty”. It’s an absolute firecracker of a show, with Justin’s undefeatable rock-and-roll frontman sensibilities and the bands’ undeniable energy. I wouldn’t call myself a fan, but it’s hard to deny they have star quality and the songs are unquestionably singable – especially when accompanied by Justin doing a headstand on the drum riser and clapping along with, er, his feet.

Eardrum bursting ‘I Believe In A Thing Called Love’ is the anthem of the evening, every Dad in the arena is rocking out – and, asking an entire crowd of kids to yell Motherfxker is just funny, I don’t care who you are.

Jake Shears (of Scissor Sisters fame) dances across the stage with wild abandon in a blue velour tracksuit, accompanied by drag queen Snow White Trash on the saxophone, for a super fun set. It’s an absolute party on stage, and we too are capering about to the classics ‘Take Your Mama’ and ‘I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’.

In the Big Top, Junior Jungle fresh off the back of hosting the Fancy Dress comp, have kids up on stage with them, throwing an absolutely insane house party, followed by Besti in-house antics from veterans The Cuban Brothers. “This song is about bastards… it’s about the Tory party” Miguelito minces no words and the tent erupts in laughter, before we are treated to their heady mix of hip hop, soul and funk along with some breakdancing and a lot of lewd discourse. I sadly have to love and leave them to run to tonight’s headline act.

Paloma Faith hits the main stage in a cacophony of red, looking like she’d skinned Elmo for fashion, every bit the starlet we expect. ‘Bad Woman’ is “…dedicated to all the girls in the audience. No more ‘boys will be boys’, boys need to act right so we have space to be naughty. I sing this every night to my little girl to remind her to take up space”.

After fighting with her furry red coat and accidentally pulling off one of her grinch-coded gloves, Paloma jokes “I just find drunk people a bit boring” about song ‘Stone Cold Sober’ while she pauses to remove some of her glove from her gob “I’ve got fur in my mouth”.

Telling us “The new album is about my breakup with my kids dad… and about feeling better but guilty and ashamed and bad. So I wrote this song and had a word with myself a bit, for people who will relate to this song – this is for all the single parents out there.” Paloma brings us a little of the new alongside the old. ‘Only Love Can Hurt Like This’ is gorgeously sensual, and cements the Hackney pop Princess’ position at the top of the Camp Bestival bill.

SUNDAY

Sunday morning feels restful, even here. There’s a lazy quality to the sunshine today as we head over to Woodland Tribe, listening to the Indian Drummers and relishing the slight breeze alongside the waters edge at the Park Pool.

There’s a bit of a queue for Woodland tribe, but once in, the kids are completely fascinated by the chance to hammer nails into bits of wood, paint anything they want to, and just generally being allowed to do things they normally wouldn’t. A sprawling wooden hodge-podge between two Tardis-like doors, kids everywhere are engaged in the very serious business of BUILDING. Building what is anyone’s guess at this point, but I do like that someone has chosen to spend their time making a suspicious looking wooden cat.

Elsewhere in Spinney Hollow Craft Village there is basket weaving and sword making, around the corner from Art Town, Textile World and African Drumming. There’s not enough time in the weekend to get to all the activities on offer here, and to be fair quite a few of them are aimed at older children than ours, but you’ll never be bored.

With the sun up and getting hotter, I wish I’d brought my swimmies with me – but I have things to do and don’t fancy a dip in the old undercrackers. Maybe next time! Instead we head over to Navigation Town to catch an amazing aerial hoop artist, and then a hat juggling performance, with a cheeky mojito in hand from the cocktail bar next door. These are truly the moments I cherish here, sitting in the sunshine watching something that puts the unmistakable expression of sheer awe on tiny faces.

Each performer even had their own stamp for the kids to collect in their passports following the show, which is such a lovely touch. We hang out a little to join in with Nick the Piano Man doing a singalong, and then some Open Mic sign-ups, where a tiny girl called Lotta belted out Taylor Swift’s ‘Our Song’ with the confidence of a main stage artist.

We also watched a contact-juggler doing crystal ball tricks that even the Goblin King would have been proud of, before making our way over to the main stage for Ellie Sax. Dressed head to toe in shiny metallic sparkles, Ellie gives us classic club tunes with a side of saxophone, that you just didn’t know you needed but absolutely do. I LOVE this set, it is such a highlight – and Ellie running down the front barrier high-fiving kids is exactly the kind of wholesome star-struck experience you want them to have. We dance the kids down to the front on our shoulders and have a good old boogie. Ellie finishes up with Klingande’s Jubel, in the sunshine – perfect.

Craig Charles gives a funky, chilled DJ set – “This is how we roll… we play funk and we play soul” and I enjoy his Come Together/Crazy In Love mashup, but it does feel like a bit of a comedown after the raucous Ellie Sax. Level 42 are another outlier if you ask me, they’re good don’t get me wrong, but it’s a thin crowd down at the front, and we take the opportunity to get food and have a sit down.

Sara Cox is plagued by sound issues at the beginning of her set, but spins classics such as ‘Like A Prayer’ with stage dancers who are doing the most, followed by Britney’s ‘Baby One More Time’ and LMFAO’s ‘Sexy and I know It’. It is possibly some of the worst mixing of all time but she’s very fun and everyone loves her so, that’s that.

Luckily Faithless are up next, this time as a full band supporting Sister Bliss’s epic DJ skills, and it is clear from the gargantuan riser filled with an array of different decks, that she means business. No time is wasted in getting to the big guns, ‘Salva Mea’ and ‘Insomnia’ hit as hard as ever and are made even more robust with the addition of the big band accompaniment. Joy Division’s ‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ given the Faithless treatment is one of my absolute favourites, but seeing Maxi Jazz in the matrix (well, on screens) is going to bring a tear to any old clubber’s eye.

“Camp Bestival, WE COME 1” shouts Bliss “Thank you for being with us on this incredible journey… if you make enough noise, we might have one more for you!” before dropping Dido’s ‘Thank You’ mixed up with some heavy drum and bass to end, replete with lasers and huge smoke bursts. It’s a stellar show, but what comes next is somewhat unexpected. There are no fireworks, there is no ending. No Rob da Bank and Josie coming on stage to say goodbye to everyone and thank them for coming – something that has been done at every Bestival and Camp Bestival forever.

The waiting crowd showed me that my disappointment was mirrored. We saw the fireworks of Dorset a few weeks ago, if this isn’t the kicker feeling of least-favourite-child, I don’t know what is. I felt in my bones that something was untoward – and to be proved completely right, a few days following the festival it was announced that Camp Bestival Shropshire would be “Taking a break next year”.

Whatever the reason, the way this one ended does not fill me with hope for a return. Though the push since has been “Come to Dorset instead”, it just isn’t that simple. We are a five hour journey from Dorset, our friends would be almost 8 hours away with young children in the car (and that’s without factoring the extra cost of travel). Shropshire was so perfectly primed for catching all those outside the Southern circle and I’m truly gutted to have to tell my kid that it just doesn’t exist next year, as after 3 – she’s already as much a Bestival native as I am.

I don’t want to end this review on a sour note though, because we’ve once again had an absolutely incredible time at this little festival. Camp Bestival is a lesson in love, in families taking time out to focus on each other. In parents being able to give their kids magic, in kids being able to see their parents be silly and free. The dancing, singing, hugging, the unmetered joy – something so rare, but so abundant here.

I am crossing everything for 2026, because in this ridiculous world, we all need to be more Bestival.

Taylor Swift – Wembley 2024: REVIEWED!

August 22, 2024 by Anna Hyams

Image credit: TAS Rights Management

Taylor Swift – 19^th August 2024, Eras Tour London, Wembley Stadium

Right. I’m going to be brutally honest with you here, and caveat this with a plea to Swifties not to rain fury down on me for being an imposter in their midst… but I am categorically not, a Swiftie. Yet here I am, dressed in a very loudly pink floaty skirt and heart shaped handbag, covered in hastily acquired bead bracelets, masquerading as one.

All things considered, I have a very eclectic musical taste which leans more towards rock and metal than anything else. That said, I do like a good pop song and have enjoyed many of TSwiz’s hits (I even own the Fearless album on CD, give me a gold star immediately). Believe it or not I am even wearing a Taylor tee, though in order to assert some kind of childish pushback it is one with her name made up in black-metal lettering, I couldn’t resist.

Having made it down the M1 and queued to get into the Wembley red carparking, we traipsed our way over to grab our tickets, following a trail of fans taking photos in front of all the Taylor themed backdrops dotted around the arena. Upon grabbing said tickets we discovered that we would be in the left stage standing area, and didn’t really realise what that meant at the time – more on that later.

The process of getting into the arena itself is really straightforward and easy, head to your colour coded entrance area, scan your ticket and push through the turnstile, quick bag search and get your wristbands (including a very cool light up one specific to the tour). After that the concourse is yours to inspect the merchandise shops (lots of small ones about instead of one massive one, really helps with the queue situation). As we were running a little late we headed down to our entrance and launched ourselves out onto a set of steps, and the absolutely breathtaking view of thousands upon thousands of people and one of the biggest stage set-ups I’ve ever seen in my life.

First support act Maisie Peters modifies her song ‘Lost The Breakup’ to include “er… I’m kinda busy like, I’m with Taylor tonight!” in a starry-sequinned white mini dress and stompy black boots. Having seen her earlier this year at Hyde Park, I knew to expect a good set and she did not disappoint – her lyrics are fun, she has a beautiful voice and her songs are ultimately singable. What’s not to love.

Tennessee punk-rock royalty Paramore are up next, representing the other side of the girlhood-coin with a barrage of loud and rowdy songs. Talking Heads cover ‘Burning Down The House’ is a consummate banger (I love the original too, to be fair…) but we are whipped into a frenzy by the epic anthem ‘Misery Business’. Hayley Williams, wearing a slinky black punk princess dress – even comes to visit us at the stage side and I kid you not, I could reach out and shake her hand we’re so close. I don’t though, because that would be super weird. It’s a cracker of a set, albeit short.

As Paramore’s amazing transparent orange drum-kit is forklifted from the stage, I am already in awe of the slickness of production that has gone into this. The stage is cleared in what seems like seconds, a *ahem* Swift turnaround if you will… we are suddenly staring at a countdown clock on the enormous stage screen, and the crowd erupts in the most deafening scream I have ever heard in my life. I’ve been to a lot of rock shows, but the pitch range is a lot lower – this is the force of 90k soprano shrieks entering my eardrums at speed.

The screaming only increases as the countdown finally ends and giant billowy silk-sheeted petals fan out from centre stage, on the backs of cat-walking dancers. They remind me of something you’d see on Pandora from James Cameron’s Avatar, but that’s probably not the kind of thing normal people talk about at a Taylor Swift concert is it. Anyway the nice leafy things make their way to the centre diamond of the runway and flop down on top of each other in a circle before popping up to reveal the queen herself, resplendent in a pink bedazzled bodysuit and matching boots.

Starting off with ‘Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince’, she is lifted skyward on a centre riser, making her visible to every eye in the audience which obviously, elicits yet another wild scream. Ending the first song with a strong power stance, Taylor shouts “Of all the wonderful sights you could come to London to see… I’m sure this view I’m seeing right now is absolutely the best one!”. Taylor then spends a little time pointing at various sections of the crowd to get them hyped up, before ‘holstering’ her gun-finger at her side with a wry smile. It is at this point that my sister and I both opt to jam loop earplugs in, I refuse to go deaf over teenage fanaticism.

Now wearing a pink sparkly double breasted suit jacket, she says “Wow, I can feel it immediately going to my head… the way you’re making me feel tonight… a sold out show for 92 thousand people… you’re making me feel like I’m The Man” leading into the namesake song, where she climbs an abstract office building set up on the stage. The dancers are incredible, I know there’s such a thing as stage clothing but anyone who can do that in a full suit gets my admiration.

“London what a delight, and an honour, and a privilege… London welcome to the Eras Tour!” yells the pop princess on this penultimate night of the European leg of Eras, now standing centre stage holding a pink acoustic guitar. She spends a minute thanking Maisie Peters, who she credits with amazing songwriting skills, and then Paramore, stating “We grew up together as teenagers, and now we got to travel Europe together”.

‘Lover’ features dancing couples overtaking the stage, including same-sex pairings – I will always applaud platforming inclusivity on a large scale, particularly with the state of the world at the moment. The song is gorgeous I have to admit, but the transition into ‘Fearless’ means I am finally at a part I really know and I’m… ready for it. You see what I did there right?

With an incredible downpour of firework rain from right across the top of the stage, Taylor reemerges in another bedazzled fringed bodysuit and a matching sparkly guitar, her signature red lipstick in stark contrast. “You wanna go back to high school with me?” is the herald into ‘You Belong With Me’, and then ‘Love Story’. I actually know all the words to these ones, I think I’m doing an excellent job of fitting in frankly.

Onto the next section with barely a pause, red balloons signal the beginning of Red with ‘22’ and Taylor wearing a t-shirt saying “This is not Taylor’s Version’, and the iconic black hat. I am reliably informed that every Swiftie has been awaiting the drop of ‘Rep TV’ which for quite a long time I thought was some kind of weird streaming service she was launching. No, they of course mean Taylor’s Version of Reputation – the re-recording of her earlier works to eclipse the contract-locked originals. Anyway, is this t-shirt she’s wearing an easter-egg of epic proportions for an announcement, or is she just trolling you all in the funniest way? Answers on an Eras postcard.

The iconic 22 hat is gifted to a rather small girl who is crying her eyes out and shouting “I love you so much” repeatedly, which is too cute not to shed a small tear at, but the bit I’m enjoying the most is all the giant cheerleading megaphones and the confetti cannons, it feels like a proper party now. The t-shirt is whipped off (thank you Chippendales for bringing velcro clothing to the people) to reveal a black and red ombre sparkle outfit for ‘Never Getting Back Together’. Apparently the enigmatic dancer known as Kam, says something different in the refrain each night, but tonight it is “Are you havin’ a laugh?” in a Cockney accent.

‘Trouble’ blows up with giant plumes of smoke erupting from the stage every time she hits the high notes, and Taylor stops for a breather to chat. “Are we enjoying the Red era London? This show is my favourite I’ve ever gotten to do… better crowds than I ever imagined I’d play for in my entire life. You have every song memorised, every lyric. This is a dream crowd”.

The black diamante encrusted matching trench coat and guitar is absolutely the number one thing I want to steal from the Eras closet, imagine how good I’d look swishing round Download festival in that thing. However, 10 minutes of ‘All Too Well’ is a little past my threshold, so we take a chance to go grab some water. Here I have to mention that there are free water points all along the barriers of the standing areas, with cups being constantly replenished. The standing areas as well, although sold out – are not overcrowded at all. You can comfortably move and stand without being on top of anyone, something I find seriously unusual and at the same time, fantastic about this show.

Speak Now’s ‘Enchanted’ might be a standalone, but it does feature a delightful Cinderella-esque ballgown, before being swapped out for it’s antithesis aesthetic – a one legged black jumpsuit covered in red snakes, to match the writhing snakes on screen. Red and white lights adorn our pulsing wristbands to welcome Reputation to the chat with ‘Are You Ready For It’. I think I like this Taylor best in terms of aesthetics, she’s in her zero fucks era, her clapback era, I love that for her – but especially with the caged Barbie dancers in ‘Look What You Made Me Do’.

Eventually the snake on screen slithers into a firefly lit, serene woodland, signalling the beginning of the Folklore/Evermore portion of the night, featuring a giant swamp shack set-up and some really weird trees that have grown directly from the stage. Apparently this is known as ‘The Folklore Cabin’ but as this is my least favourite album you’ll forgive me for not being up to date on the history. Taylor is kind enough to fill me in anyway though, “The folklore cabin is the imaginary cabin I pretended I lived in while I was writing this album, during the pandemic… confused and isolated… but I still wanted to connect with people”. Explaining that, during this album she deviated from autobiographical songs to write about characters as the narrator, she flits through the light, airy songs to arrive at the moss-covered piano for Evermore. Unfortunately a technical issue slightly tarnishes the mood “Um ok, this is in the wrong key… how do I get into here?” Taylor asks a techie who comes out to fix the problem, inadvertently showing us all that the grand piano is in fact merely a house in which an electronic keyboard sits. Slight chink in the armour there, but she recovers quickly.

We however are starting to feel the halfway mark of being on our feet, and take a trip to the barrier for a sit-down during the slow stuff. Another huge kudos to the arena staff here as we were repeatedly asked if we were ok, and handed water whilst we were sitting down. You can even see most of what’s going on from there thanks to the enormous screens.

No respite from the fan-screams though, even Taylor takes a few minutes to stand in awe of the constant wall of noise after she finishes; “That might have been the loudest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life”. ‘August’ has all the Folklore girls swooning and swaying (they’re all dressed as elven forest maidens – some of whom have fallen backwards through a bush, but in a cute way).

The sun has finally gone down on Wembley and the light up wristbands are really coming into play. The dark blue forest backdrop and blue tinged soft lights of the bands for ‘Willow’ are so beautiful. On stage sparkly dementors are swishing some glowing orange balls about, and appear to be summoning something, but I personally am watching a pair in the crowd next to us who have done the absolute genius cosplay of bringing a yellow balloon each, and using their phones to light them up and join in. Bravo niche-Swifties, good work.

Back to the party stuff with 1989, Taylor hits the stage in a sparkly miniskirt and top for ‘Style’, ‘Blank Space’ and ‘Shake It Off’ while the wristband lights flash orange and blue to match her split outfit.

‘Bad blood’ is accompanied by huge bursts of fire from pyro cannons around the stage and on top of the lighting rigs, before we swap over to newest release The Tortured Poet’s Department. Taylor is resplendent in a white dress and microphone with black sparkly gloves, the floor is decorated with projections of stained glass windows, and ‘Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me’ is sung with wild abandon by every single voice around us. She zooms around on a silver robot platform during ‘Down Bad’, laments and swoons on a giant bed set with typewriters and then throws on a white military dress jacket to march the stage for ‘The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived’.

Ending lying on stage with the remnants of a burned white flag, the theatre of this show is unmatched. After being posed on a broken heart couch by two tailcoated helpers, she is made to move like a marionette and re-dressed in a silver ringmaster set to absolutely crush ‘I Can Do It With A Broken Heart’ – the wormiest earworm of all her new material. I won’t lie, a lot of the most recent album feels quite samey to me overall, but this is a total hit.

Next up, purple lighting and another outfit swap for the much anticipated secret songs section, which turn out to be a ‘Long Live’ and ‘Change’ mashup, then ‘The Archer’ mixed with ‘You’re On Your Own Kid’. I’m really out of my depth here, but it’s clearly important because everyone in my vicinity is hugging and crying, while she plays on a floral painted piano.

We’re two and a half hours in at this point and I’m not sure how she has anything left in her. She’s barely had a 30 second breather between playing, singing, dancing, talking and costume changing – and she’s got to do this all again tomorrow. In answer to my disbelief, she takes a running jump into a stage pit, and then projections of her swimming down the length of the runway pull her towards crashing waves on the screen, amidst the soft deep blue of our sea of wristbands around the arena.

At this point, some very weird paper mâché looking clouds atop rolling ladders are wheeled out, for the start of final section Midnights, with ‘Lavender Haze’. Of course she has an outfit for this – a giant furry lavender coat, that looks like she skinned a muppet to get it. ‘Anti-Hero’ featuring the weirdest line “Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby” if you hear it that way (and I do, every time) but is probably the most audience-sung-song so far. Dancers with umbrellas hide Taylor for a costume change into a sparkly star and moon bodysuit, and chairs are placed on the centre risers for a very saucy burlesque routine during ‘Vigilante Shit’.

Our wristbands flash all different colours during ‘Bejeweled’ and the girl in front of us who has hand sewn giant jewels all over her top, responds by turning the rainbow lights on inside her mesh skirt. 10/10 no notes. Enduring the endless screaming once again, Taylor comes up for air “I cannot believe a crowd exists this loud… but also that you did this on a Monday night!”.

Closing out with ‘Karma’, in yet another pink sparkly jacket, this time with fringing – is deservedly the anthem of the night. I cannot believe she’s made it to the end of this still looking as absolutely magical as she does. Either her makeup artist is a real life wizard, or she is actually the ethereal being she portrays, because I look like a toad who has been zapped back to life and propped upright against the barrier. It even rained tonight and her hair still looks good, TELL ME YOUR SECRETS TAYLOR.

There’s fireworks, there’s confetti, there’s screaming, there’s crying, there’s hugging and dancing. It’s a truly celebratory ending to a mammoth night of entertainment, one that I can scarcely believe has been upheld by a single artist.

So what were my main takeaways from tonight you ask? Well, firstly… someone has to spend presumably aeons sticking tiny rhinestones to every single thing Taylor Swift owns, from guitars to boots to trenchcoats and mic stands. This is fabulous, I’m so down with that part.

Next, Swifties have a seemingly endless reservoir of tears, and will cry at almost anything – including but not limited to, if you give them a bracelet that matches their outfit, or if Taylor looks their way at any point in the night. I now understand the real need for the water refill stations everywhere.

Following that train of thought, the Eras tour is one of the safest and best run events I’ve ever been to (and I’ve been to a LOT). The attention to detail and thought about logistics has been second to none, but more than that – all of the staff members have been genuinely fantastic, helpful and nice. I wish it wasn’t unusual in live music, but it is.

After the show I found out that Taylor Lautner (and I think his partner… Taylor Lautner… who are all friends with… Taylor) was hanging out in the VIP section, alongside TSwiz’s very own parents, and that I could have sidled up there as it was next to our section. Damn it. Where have I been Loca?! Anyway, as we head out of the arena after collecting some confetti to put with our tickets… I sense my sister, who is with me (also a phony-fan), is already on the turn towards Swiftdom – she has given two security guards bracelets, marvelled over the police dogs who have bracelets all the way up their leads, and bought us both tshirts.

So finally, to close this ridiculously long review (which really is an ode to a ridiculously long show) my thoughts boil down to this. Taylor Swift has an incredible voice, clever songwriting, and the ability to back-to-back intense 3 hour shows, in which she never stops. I might not be the kind of Swiftie that can sing all the lyrics, nor the kind who knows the ex-boyfriend lore, or even the kind who talks show tactics on the forums. BUT. When she inevitably comes back around, you can count on me to be there with silly bracelets on singing the same 5 songs I know, at the top of my voice. So long, London!

SETLIST

Intro

(The Alchemy/Fearless/End Game/Speak Now/gold rush/TTPD/evermore/Red/Lavender Haze/Lover/Bejeweled)

Lover

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince (shortened)
Cruel Summer (extended outro)
The Man (spoken intro)
You Need to Calm Down (shortened)
Lover (spoken intro; extended outro)

Fearless

Fearless (shortened)
You Belong With Me
Love Story

Red

Red – Intro (contains elements of “State of Grace”, “Holy Ground” and “Red”)

22
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Kam Saunders: “you having a laugh?!”)
I Knew You Were Trouble (shortened)
All Too Well (10 Minute Version; spoken intro)

Speak Now

Speak Now – Intro (contains elements of “Castles Crumbling”)

Enchanted (shortened)

Reputation

…Ready for It?
Delicate
Don’t Blame Me (shortened)
Look What You Made Me Do (extended outro)

Folklore / Evermore

cardigan (shortened)
betty (spoken intro; shortened)
champagne problems
august
illicit affairs (shortened)
my tears ricochet
marjorie (shortened)
willow (extended)

1989

Style (shortened)
Blank Space
Shake It Off
Wildest Dreams (shortened)
Bad Blood (shortened)

The Tortured Poets Department

Female Rage: The Musical (contains elements of “MBOBHFT”, “WAOLOM”, “loml”, “So Long, London” and “BDILH”)

But Daddy I Love Him / So High School
Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? (shortened)
Down Bad (shortened; with “Fortnight” outro)
Fortnight
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived (shortened)
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart (extended intro)

Surprise Songs

Long Live / Change (spoken intro; mashup on guitar; tour debut for “Change”)
The Archer / You’re on Your Own, Kid (mashup on piano)

Midnights

Lavender Haze
Anti‐Hero
Midnight Rain
Vigilante Shit
Bejeweled
Mastermind
Karma (extended outro)

Bloodstock Open Air 2024 – THE GIANT REVIEW!

August 15, 2024 by Anna Hyams

FRIDAY

Back to Bloodstock for my 22^nd year, yes you read that right – from it’s humble beginnings in Derby Assembly rooms and my humble beginnings as a baby greebo, here we both are once again. The sun is shining in a menacing sort of way that tells me I’m going to end the weekend a delicious shade of rouge, but I am so ready to headbang my way through BOA 2024’s delectable musical offerings.

Green Lung hailing from London bring their stoner metal flavour to the RJD stage, which is set with an odd collection of Jim Henson-esque monsters for some reason. I really like the furry viking head thing but that horse-raven thing at the side is absolute nightmare fuel to be honest. “This song goes out to anyone who has ever suffered with depression” says frontman Tom Templar, before the band play recent hit ‘One For Sorrow’.

Grand Magus’ set is besieged by technical difficulties early on as the PA appears to be off on it’s own musical adventure when they’d stopped playing, but wow did they recover. Swedish heavy metal may as well be a brand in it’s own right at this point, but I have a theory that bands that unironically wear their own t-shirts – are always great. Next we catch supergroup Haliphron over on the Sophie Lancaster stage for some screamy doomy funtimes with a frontwoman who is possibly of Targaryen descent; “We are honoured to be on the Sophie stage, may she be remembered forever”.

Off for a wander we say a quick hello to local(ish) Tamworth legend SpudMan who is yelling funny things at everyone whilst scooping ungodly amounts of cheese onto potatoes, in the best way. Battle reenactment in the square is drawing a massive crowd of cheers, because who doesn’t want to relive their primary school field trips at a festival? The biggest cheer is reserved for when one from the blue team manages to smack the helmet off a very tall member of the green team (don’t quote me on that, the colours were a blur of shields and swords) as the compare shouts “Aww what lovely long flowing locks he has” just to really dial down the cool-factor.

Next we catch Rotting Christ, who despite their name are actually a band of very nice and friendly looking men doing a lot of shouting and hair windmilling. Black metal in the sunshine really hits different than it does on Spotify I tell you, they’re even *smiling*.

Norwegian metalheads Enslaved come out swinging with their Norse mythology inspired works and runes tattooed all over them, but the tone is immediately sobered as they say “We had some sad news this morning, a friend of ours passed away yesterday” referring to Dave Sweetapple of American band Witch.

Hatebreed up the tempo later on, as the heat of the day finally starts to wane a little, yelling “This is hallowed ground Bloodstock”, “It’s our job to make sure you wake up tomorrow with no voice left” and inciting some giant circle pits. Even the inflatable dinosaurs are up for a crowd-surf this evening, despite them being quite hard to navigate where you’re actually grabbing/passing them above your head…

In what seems like a day of laments, there is also the matter of the Lemmy Forever vigil which is brought to the main stage. A giant bust of Lemmy Kilmister (of Motorhead, in case you’ve been living under a rock for… well, ever) is ceremonially wheeled out onto the stage flanked by the Bloodstock organisers Adam and Vicky, and Phil Campbell. They each take turns to explain a bit about how much Lemmy loved Bloodstock, and what an impact he’d had before the portion of ashes bequeathed to Bloodstock were locked up in a tiny safe inside the bust. It’s quite a cool thing to do really, send parts of yourself to everywhere you loved – what a nice idea. Anyway, during the weekend you can go and ‘visit’ Lemmy inside the BOA art gallery, before he is relocated to Nottingham’s Rock City venue for the next year. If you do visit him, let me know if you also think his bust has very Iron Throne vibes, it’s so cool.

After a brief reprise for a bag of hot donuts, my most-anticipated band Clutch absolutely smash the metaphorical doors off the place with their signature brand of fast paced rock n roll. I will always find it absolutely hilarious that the rest of the extremely normcore coded band stay almost stock still mid-stage for the entire set while enigmatic frontman Neil Fallon wreaks body-contorting frenzied havoc about the place for a solid hour. “I didn’t think I needed sunscreen in the UK, that was a mistake” he jokes, before launching into earworm (and favourite of mine) ‘Sucker for the Witch’.

The awesome cosmic backdrop sadly isn’t on any of their tour merch, which incidentally was almost sold out completely before they ever even made it to the stage, so here’s my petition to Clutch to get it done. In another little stage sound mishap for today; “Hold on the guitar isn’t working… did you turn it off and on again? That’s good enough for rock and roll fuck it” doesn’t impede them for long and we get the excellent ‘In Walks Barbarella’. If you don’t singalong “Weaponized funk” there’s something wrong with you.

On the Sophie stage, The Vintage Caravan look exactly as you imagine they would – sporting the white Stetson, bootcut flares, double denim and jorts style of the US south. Except that they’re from Iceland. Oh. Anyway, I flippin’ love them. Guitarist Óskar Logi Ágústsson may be delightfully twee and joyful to watch, but his work is impeccable clean and complex – straight on my playlist they go.

Operatic all-lady quartet MAB burst the seams of the EMP tent with a huge crowd, but really needed to be elsewhere for the full effect I feel. There’s something slightly janky about trying to contain soaring vocals into an itsy bitsy tent, that is also a bar, that is also surrounded by shops with their own music playing.

Final band of the day for us is main stage closer, Sweden’s premier prog gods Opeth. Now, I will preface this with – last time I saw them I was unenthused. Mainly because I’m not all that into prog, but also because it was daytime and it felt all wrong listening to that kind of music in the blazing sunshine. Tonight however, the crowd is full, the sun has gone down and we are ready for some gloomy good times. ‘The Grand Conjuration’ opens the show and it really is impressive, despite it lasting for around eleventy billion hours. No I’m only joking, apparently the average Opeth song is only (ONLY) 8 minutes and 19 seconds long…

Mikael Åkerfeldt is in a much more talkative mood than last time as well, which is nice because the BOA crowd are feeling a bit heckle-y tonight it seems. “I LOVE YOU MIKAEL” an enormous man in the front row yells, drawing a laugh from the band before someone else shouts “Play Freebird!”. Taking it in his stride, Åkerfeldt shouts back “Freebird? That’s a good song… but no”.

“We have a new record… but we don’t know the songs yet… were gonna come back and play some songs sometime in the UK. Our manager is really angry with me right now for not saying the date but I can’t remember” they joke, but there’s no doubt the new stuff is met with trepidation from ‘Oldpeth’ fans. ‘Deliverance’ for the encore more than makes up for it, it’s a gorgeous, sumptuous show… for Opeth fans. For the rest of us uncultured swine, it’s a litany of lengthy poetry and I am too sleeeeepy.

The Grand Conjuration
Demon of the Fall
The Drapery Falls
In My Time of Need
Heir Apparent
Ghost of Perdition
Sorceress

Encore:

Deliverance

SATURDAY

A showery start to Saturday has us all worrying we’ve brought the wrong clothing, but it soon clears up to be another spicy day in the sunshine, and we’re headed to the Sophie stage to catch the rather beautiful goth goblin that is Ludovico Technique. As the Ringwraiths, ahem, band, make their way to the stage we catch a glimpse of vocalist Ben V swigging something viscous from a plastic cup, that looks suspiciously like he’s downing a blood bag.

The Dementor’s amp up and he creeps into centre brandishing his giant claws at the crowd. I’m really into this resurgence of industrial spooky metal, it has a very MM feel with a bit of a grungy Silverchair esque edge to it. I even like the orc-blood drool (which I guess was the contents of the curious cup).

On the RJD stage, Forbidden are bringing us some classic old school thrash metal, lots of hair and screaming, with Craig Locicero absolutely wailing on the guitar. The dinosaur meet-up on the EMP stage for today’s fancy dress theme, is somewhat of a distraction though. Especially when someone plays a metal version of the Jurassic Park theme.

Mimi Barks is ripping up the Sophie stage with her unique brand of doomy rap over electronic metal beats. Wearing a plastic yellow two-piece with a zip around the entire crotch region, and some impressively scary white-out contact lenses, she looks like some kind of otherworldly futuristic voodoo doll. I dig it, and her music is memorably feral. There’s a huge crowd in here, all going as berserk as she is, which really is the measure of any act I feel.

Unleash The Archers couldn’t be more of a whiplash change of pace, bringing Canadian power metal to the main stage. As you might imagine, they are extremely smiley and nice, but that doesn’t mean they can’t throw down. Frontwoman Brittney Hayes is capable of singing incredible highs AND windmilling her raven black hair at neck distorting speed. Joking about the weather here today, which has now become uncomfortably hot “We recently played rock en seine and it was 40 degrees… So I’ll take this any day” laughs Brittney, despite guitarist Andrew Kingsley being possibly the most sunburn prone ginger man I have ever seen.

Anyhow, I know it isn’t cooool but I enjoy some melodic/symphonic metal and I’d like to see a bigger return to it on future BOA bills.

The chaotically fun Nottingham band Red Rum bring all the pirates to the yard, well tent, for a very silly set of drinking and yelling about drinking. A very sweaty “Open up a circle here bloodstock! No, not for a pit… for a heavy metal conga!” to you all.

On the main stage, Deicide are hotly attended but I wish I could actually hear the guitars over the screaming, and I’m too hot. Whitechapel bring crowdsurfers galore over the barrier, including one lad dressed as a giant inflatable penis, but it’s Combichrist who really up the ante with a scorching electronic set of pure wild abandon. If you’re into NIN and Rob Zombie, Combichrist are gonna be one of your top bands this weekend – and I WISH they’d played the main stage because there wasn’t even an inch of space left unoccupied inside that tent.

Malevolence too go hard the minute they hit the stage, calling for the crowd to split into a giant wall of death, but they are also caught with some sound hijinks like a few other bands so far this weekend; “We are having some technical difficulties but I promise you we’re gonna have a good night together”. After the resolution, vocalist Alex Taylor yells that he wants everyone over the barrier, and the crowd surfers never stop coming.

“We are Malevolence and we’re from Sheffield, but we flew 300 miles to get here because we weren’t fucking missing this” is backed by a crowd-led chant of “Yoooorkshire, Yooorkshire” before an attempt is made at a very silly circle pit. “Show me the biggest fuckin circle pit Bloodstock has ever seen… Hold on make some space. I think I asked for it to go back around the sound desk. Push people out the way. I’m not leaving this stage until it happens”. At this point it occurs to me that they have no idea that there’s actually an ice-cream truck backed up to the sound desk, and very little real estate for any kind of interesting behaviour, but the people give it a go regardless. It looks a bit more like a goth fun-run than a circle-pit but I applaud the effort.

“This is the third time we’ve played Bloodstock, It’s a dream come true to be up here. We hold this festival very close to our hearts” they shout, and leave us with a record breaking 901 count for crowd surfers. Manic.

Sylosis are beset by horrendous technical issues one song in, downing play for over 15 minutes and some very awkward calls for solos. Frontman Josh Middleton (who is rocking a Deicide tee) is visibly beside himself with annoyance as his guitar output goes completely kaput, and refuses to reboot despite several attempts from techies. Eventually he comes back sans guitar and they give us everything they’ve got without it. It’s heavy and the pit is boisterous, but I feel really sad for them to have done it this way.

Main stage headliner Architects blow us all away with their heavy opener ‘Seeing Red’ and a heck-tonne of on stage pyro. “Malevolence earlier had a 901 final count of crowd surfers… we are going to give it shot. Do you have the energy in you? Get on your friends’ shoulders and get over this fucking barrier” shouts Dan Searle before calling Bloodstock “Hallowed ground”.

It’s a strong headline set, but there’s a bit of me that wishes it hadn’t been quite so clinical – a little nod to some of Bloodstock’s history is something we’ve come to expect from bands here, especially UK ones who know what BOA is to the scene, but this felt every bit like a stadium show to me. Regardless, they certainly play tight and the pyro/ticker tape always adds a bit of excitement to a set.

“There’s a guy there with a sign that just says I love anal… I ain’t about to kink shame you brother that fuckin rules” laughs Dan, before some heartfelt shout outs “We would not be a band if it wasn’t for my brother Tom”, Dan’s twin and Architects founder, who sadly died in 2016. “Another person who has really helped this band… Make some noise for Josh from Sylosis” their ex-guitarist who performed earlier today.

‘Doomsday’, ‘Nihilist’ and ‘Animals’ finish up a very respectable set from the Brighton boys, and if you like that Enter Shikari type of sound, they’ve definitely scratched that itch tonight – but I’m hoping next time they’ll feel more woven into the BOA lore.

Seeing Red
Giving Blood
deep fake
Impermanence
Black Lungs
These Colours Don’t Run
Hereafter
Gravedigger
a new moral low ground
Curse
Royal Beggars
Doomsday
Meteor
when we were young

Encore:

Nihilist
Animals

Like any festival worth its salt, the night-time entertainment doesn’t stop at the headliner, but BOA goes one up and has a Sophie Stage headliner too. Finnish folk-metal heroes Korpiklaani take that top spot tonight to an absolutely rammed tent, for a night of Lappish cultural tales dressed up in some downright dirty heavy metal. Frontman Jonne Järvelä is dressed like a Saami Jack Sparrow in a hide-tophat and fringed clothing combo, and he reads as extremely cheeky and prone to hijinks. Ideal.

In a bid to get us grooving, their fiddle and accordion-led music is amped up for ‘A Man With A Plan’ and we can’t help but enthusiastically join in, the constant stream of crowd-surfers over the barrier tell me that everyone in here is having a ball. If all of that didn’t satisfy your needs tonight, Jonne also gets his arse out – so there’s that. 10/10 I love Korpiklaani.

SUNDAY

Onto the final day of BOA and it’s another absolute scorcher out there, lots of extremely pink people are gathered at the main stage for the gorgeously melodic Soen. Billed as Swedish Prog metal, but definitively different to everything else I’d put in that category, Soen are captivatingly soft and sombre, as well as remaining heavy and singable. I’m not surprised they’ve had a big turn-out here, I really enjoyed their set.

In a complete 180, Beast In Black are a gut-busting dose of fast and furious power-metal with an electronic edge. A massive neon Tokyo nights backdrop, retina-burning neon green and pink guitars that would look at home in any Goosebumps episode, and incredible themed outfits are the name of the game and I am here for all of it.

Sometimes you just need a band to come out and BE FUN. Beast In Black deliver across the board – I particularly like their choreographed headbanging/guitar swishing, but there’s no doubt about their musical talent either, the riffs are tight. Frontman Anton Kabanen (who looks like he’s ready to host the cyberpunk Crystal Maze), shouts “Are you ready to travel with us to a beautiful country called Japan? We’re gonna spend one night in Tokyo my friends!” and we are treated to a very cheesy but ultimately very catchy afternoon of metal.

Warpstormer have filled the EMP tent to bursting for their low and slow thrash, and Septicflesh are throwing down the hair-swishing gauntlet in the fiercely strong sunshine. “We are Septicflesh from Athens Greece! Are You ready to move with us?” is met with sword-wielding enthusiasm from the front (no really, one guy actually has a sword) but there are a lot of heat-suffering people trying to muster up the energy around the arena.

Ankor in the Sophie tent bring us stunningly energetic punk-edged metalcore, and I sincerely hope that this is a band we see on a BOA stage again very soon – not least because their pocket-sized drummer is an incredible thrash-Queen and their lead singer can screeeeeam.

The Night Flight Orchestra are a Swedish classic rock band, who sound exactly like the montage part of every 80’s action film ever made. Like if you’re going to drive a sports car around winding roads to get to your next Roadhouse, or spend some time learning how to do a crane-kick – The Night Flight Orchestra have your back buddy. Lead singer Björn Strid (of Soilwork fame) is resplendent in an iridescent cape, his backing singers are dressed as retro air-hostesses and the drummer is wearing a full suit and cravat. I don’t know what to say, but I like it all very much.

“Did you bring your dancing shoes Bloodstock? Did you?” yells Björn, and the crowd screams back at him – it seems there are a lot of NFO fans in the BOA crowd today. Instant earworm ‘Satellite’ sees the entire arena start bouncing, and the band call for a group of people dressed as pilots to join them on stage – “Security we need our people on stage, our crew, get them up here”. After hugging everyone, the fans on stage are instructed to begin a conga line with the air-hostesses, as a matching conga takes up in the crowd.

“This is the very last festival for us, make us proud!” he shouts as they hit ‘West Ruth Ave’ which sounds like it would be perfect for a 70’s cop show. I can’t overstate how much I have loved this entire set, and I love Bloodstock for being able to book something so ridiculously fun alongside the more doomy serious bands – what an epic choice.

I feel much the same about the main-stage placement of Irish celtic punk rockers Flogging Molly – a band I’ve been blessed to see a few times now, and every single time they have been utterly fantastic. Today is no outlier, between Dave King throwing out cans of Guinness into the crowd, and his chaotic running around the stage – it’s hard to scratch a moment to breathe amongst the revelry. ‘Drunken Lullabies’ is the perfect opener for a Bloodstock crowd and ‘Tobacco island’ with it’s piratey sound is very BOA coded. “Fuck I need a drink after that” giggles Dave, “I’m gonna look like a fuckin tomato after this I’ll tell you that. The most beautiful tomato you’ve ever seen”.

“You’re absolutely fuckin’ beautiful you really are”, “One of the great things about being in a band like Flogging Molly is, today we’re playing an amazing metal festival and in 2 weeks time we’re coming back to play Moseley folk festival in Birmingham” they joke, but they’re not wrong – some of the great appeal of Flogging Molly is their ability to genre-cross, and I’d wager most metal fans actually listen to a very wide range of music.

‘Devil’s Dance Floor’ features Bridget Regan on the tin whistle, and has the entire arena up and dancing in a way that sort of looks like Riverdance with cattle prods. In a tribute to Motorhead’s Lemmy, “…so this is a song of friendship, and it goes like this…” we get the soulfully beautiful

‘If I Ever Leave This World Alive’, one of my favourite songs of all time. Another truly epic show today, thanks for booking that one BOA.

Carcass might not be my precise jam, but I did have to giggle at the Evil Nation/Live Nation t-shirt, and in their defence – and awful lot of people were having a thrashing good time with them. For my personal preference, Moldovan metal band Infected Rain over in the Sophie tent are the kind of wild I like. Lead vocalist Elena Cataraga (Lena Scissorhands) has a stunning voice alongside being able to scream like some sort of eldritch horror, their bassist is going absolutely berserk and the tent is a swarm of undulating limbs.

Closing the main stage tonight is the long-awaited return of Sweden’s finest – Amon Amarth. As the black curtain falls from the stage, we are immediately blasted in the face by ten tonnes of viking death metal and so much pyro it makes my eyes explode. ‘Guardians of Asgaard’ is powerfully, enormously fantastic – it’s quite hard to describe the frenetic energy of being right in the midst of it all.

“I don’t know if you know the lore but I’m going to say it anyway… don’t worry about it it’s just the lead into the next song” frontman Johan Hegg (who I have affectionately termed ‘Fire Santa’) leads us into ‘As Loke Falls’ whilst standing directly over a raging smoke cannon. The effect is frankly cinematic, but I’m not sure entirely intended as he quickly disembarks the step.

The giant Viking horn drum set, the towering Hnefatafl-like statues flanking the stage sides, the unrelenting blasts of golden orange flames… what an insanely iconic show, again.“Bloodstock have you had a great festival weekend?” is met with an almighty roar from the crowd, before the much anticipated call “Right bloodstock… bring out the epic viking row!”.

Now this, is a uniquely BOA experience (even commemorated on the back of an Amon Amarth tshirt available this weekend) as it was started here, in Derbyshire. If you ever went to a 90’s school disco, you’ll remember sitting on the floor for some inexplicable reason, to do oops upside your head dance moves in weird columns. So take that image and add it to your mental representation of row-row-row-your-boat; but everyone is grown-up, in varying stages of alcohol toxicity, sweaty, tattooed and wearing black.

Almost everyone in the whole arena complies, sits down in rows and begin to… well, row to the commanding calls from Johan, as an inflatable viking ship bobs happily on the stage. It’s surreal and kitschy and I adore it.

For ‘Shield Wall’ they bring out a heap of Viking reenactment types to hit each other and provide a visual cue, and we all take the opportunity to drain our cups (or drinking horns) as they shout “You’re loud and you’re wild and we love that shit, so we thought we’d take this opportunity to raise our horns to you… bloods cheers… skol!”.

“I think we have enough energy for another one how bout you guys… do you wanna party? Well then I guess it’s time for you guys to raise your horns… sing along!” signals the beginning of the end, but the encore includes an inflatable sea serpent being vanquished by Johan wielding Thor’s hammer, under a curtain of pyro. Epic.

“Until next time, be safe, party on, but most important raise your horns”.

Raven’s Flight
Guardians of Asgaard
The Pursuit of Vikings
Deceiver of the Gods
As Loke Falls
Tattered Banners and Bloody Flags
Heidrun
War of the Gods
Put Your Back Into the Oar
Put Your Back Into the Oar
The Way of Vikings
Under the Northern Star
First Kill
Shield Wall
Raise Your Horns

Encore:

Crack the Sky
Twilight of the Thunder God

Oh Bloodstock, there’s no easy way to explain to an outsider how much you feel like home. This might be a small festival on the scale of iconic metalfests, but you bet your ass everyone knows about it – because the community is impeccable here. I raise a glass of Iron Maiden’s darkest red wine to you all (which was for sale by the glass or bottle here), because every single year this festival exceeds my expectations. Next year is already off to a stellar start with the band announcements, and I’m unprecedently early in my preparedness to have my face melted off by Machine Head… once my currently melted face has recovered from Amon Amarth.

YNOT 2024 – The Big Review!

August 10, 2024 by Anna Hyams

YNOT 2024 Reviewed by – Gavin May & Reuben Mount

Y Not initially came into existence as an overspilled house party in 2005; the sort of party that the cool kid would throw while their parents were on holiday. Cut to 20 years later, and it has clearly gone from strength to strength, with huge named headliners sharing stages with bands making their first foray into festival territory. Despite the phenomenal growth, it is clear that Y Not has maintained that ‘feel good’ ethos.

Taking on a ‘when in Rome’ mentality, we made the most of the time we had and arrived on Thursday afternoon, expecting unbridled chaos in parking and clearing security. However we were (generally) pleasantly surprised here; smooth sailing up into Pikehall, everything well signposted, and straight into the car park. This could be in part due to the fact that the Thursday tickets were an add on – turns out that the Thursday tickets were worth the additional premium, but it does detract from the affordability side of things if you’re then paying piecemeal for the “extras”, especially if you’d be festivalling with a larger group of people, or bringing the family.

Stepping out into the lush greenery and looking out at the clear skies, it looked to be a promising weekend weatherwise, though we daren’t say that too loud (post note: aside from a smattering of rain on Friday, we stayed mostly dry!). Navigating wristband collections and clearing security in itself wasn’t awful, though it was clear that people were still finding their feet – we got sent on a bit of a wild goose chase trying to find the box office, but once we were through both sets of security and had the arenas laid out in front of us, we were golden.

Thursday

As things were still warming up, we took a little time to explore and get a lay of the land. There’s a large array of food options available, with something for everyone – a number of veggie and vegan choices too, which is great to see. Some of the options were a little unexpected (G: I’m looking at you, fudge shop that is shaped like a bus) but safe to say it feels like this weekend is going to have some character to it, if initial impressions are anything to go by.

On our initial wander toward the merch, we caught a snip of Club Malibu starting strong with the dulcet tones of “Karma Chameleon” blaring across the Gold City. The usual fare was available (Y Not t-shirts & hoodies, and reasonably priced too at £25 and £35 respectively). In fitting with the vibe so far, there were of course bucket hats and football stye t shirts too, in a bright pink colour. Those t-shirts were a little steeper in price but were sold out in no time. Interestingly there were also band-specific shirts available to purchase at the merch stand, which was lovely. As we discovered later on in the weekend, these were on rotation, with headliner shirts on sale each day.

We strolled back across a fairly quiet site, grab a gyros (chicken for Gavin & halloumi for Reuben, and park ourselves in the sunshine. Lexie Carroll provided a fantastic, floaty tone during the part of her set that we were able to catch – similar in feel to the wispy tone that Billie Eilish put forward in “What Was I Made For”. Shame that it was being consistently challenged by the dubstep from the Flying Dutchman ride, but it comes with the territory I guess!

As another mood-setter for the weekend ahead, we caught bits of Ten Tonnes on the main stage, setting the vibes for the rest of the evening with some steady but admittedly tonally monotonous rock to a rapidly growing crowd.

R: I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve not listened to Scouting for Girls since 2009, but tonight I got to hear Scouting for Girls in 2009. Energy and feel of the band hasn’t changed in a decade and a half (complimentary, obviously). They had an absolutely impeccable festival energy though, exactly the right band for this atmosphere and crowd, revelling in the response they got for Elvis Ain’t Dead. Their accompanying guitarist, Nick Tsang, demonstrated his musical prowess on multiple occasions during the set, including leading the crowd in a confusing but delightful rendition of Year 3000 as popularised by Busted. Definitely felt like a cheese dream but it was, admittedly, a lot of fun.

Closing out the Thursday were Kaiser Chiefs, a band that we’re both fans of but neither of us expected quite the performance they gave on that stage. There was a reliance on their earlier work, but honestly, we get it. With a professionally crafted and tight set, blistering from song to song, with classics like Oh My God and Ruby getting the crowd riled. Also good to hear beyond six seconds of I Predict A Riot without being cockblocked by Yorkshire Tea.

Plan was to hit up the silent disco after this, but the combination of being knackered and the fact that it comes at an additional cost (no thank you!) had us calling it a night here.

Friday

Another day of basking in the sun of the Derbyshire Dales – once we finally clear security, at least. As expected, the number of people arriving today has spiked, meaning that clearing the first set of security is taking an age. Wish there had been an easier way to sort out day entry, but we don’t always get what we want, eh? When we eventually manage to clear security, we make a beeline for the loos (bad choice – TL;DR the queues are HUGE and the toilets are frankly a state), then get to the Big Gin just in time to catch Black Honey.

Black Honey kicked off the festival proper with their distortion heavy melodies tinged with a sweetness echoed in the country music aesthetic of the lead vocalist. If you think Dolly Parton if she fronted 90s band Hole and you’re almost there. Needless to say that 90s grunge is very much alive in 2024 while Black Honey are around (R: And I’m living for that). Lemonade was their stand out song from the set, and was preceded by an anecdote about their first ever main stage at Y Not with a crowd of 3 and an exploding bass. Far cry from that now, with hundreds of people sitting in front of the big gin absorbing their sound. (G: I last saw them do a set at Bestival in 2018 and they’ve developed so much, but haven’t lost that unique and raw sound. I also particularly appreciated their shout out to women and non-binary people in the crowd, with the explicit statement that “everyone exists here”).

We had a little bit of a gap, and a bit of a gap at a festival means one of two things; a drink, or picking a stage at random. Venus Grrrls were the result of us taking the second option and what an incredible set. Wistful lead vocals mixed with far more aggressive guitar riffs than expected, creating a glorious “fuck you” atmosphere. To put it in their words, “the best way to get rid of creepy men is to hex them”. They shared meaty bass lines that LITERALLY made the floor shake in The Giant Squid. Initially a small crowd, but they were all clearly vibing, and it didn’t take long for them to catch the attention of passers by.

Next we caught Soft Play, a punk duo formally known as Slaves, who burst onto the stage with a visceral energy that feels like it’s missing currently in music, which is probably due to their opening claim that Punk’s Dead. If this is true though, to incorrectly quote Rachel from Friends, Soft Play had a hell of a time at the wake. They closed the set with The Hunter too, a great call too, which let the new songs to breathe (or scream). G: While we had a great time, I get the feeling that Soft Play were a bit of tonal whiplash from other acts on The Big Gin today; similar to their Download set there were shouts to “fuck the hi hat” which caught a few parents on the back foot when their kids joined in with the chanting. Delightful, in its own way.

Another returning artist to Y Not, following their Thursday headliner slot in 2022, and it is clear that there are some avid fans of The Kooks that have been waiting for their return. After opening with Always Where I Need To Be, the energy stayed high, though it quickly felt less like a festival set and more like a Kooks gig – don’t get me wrong, they sounded great, but felt almost formulaic and uniform.

They did share a new song with the crowd; the catchy Sunny Baby. It contained all the energy you’d expect from The Kooks but felt musically more complex, with a lovely use of layered vocal harmony in the choruses. Seemed to be a hit with the numerous kooks fans at the front! As to be expected, they closed out with Naive, which went over like a dream.

R: At this point, I went off on a little adventure of my own, having seen the start of The Kooks, there was a band on my agenda I was feverishly excited to see live. I traded the open air and indistinguishable fruit scented vape clouds for the darkened enclosure of The Quarry stage to watch The Lottery Winners. This was a band that were clearly having a lot of fun with it, to the point that they feel like the only band so far that was genuinely enjoying themselves. They played Burning House as expected, but the highlight was their anthem for neurodiversity Letter to Myself.

Next I swung by my headliner for the Friday, The Mysterines, ending my Friday on a melancholy note in the best possible way. Sultry vocals, bits of vocal distortion and some of the quite frankly sexiest bass lines I’ve heard (honestly, just listen to Sink Ya Teeth). This wouldn’t be out of place playing in the background of the Blade films, and I mean that as a compliment.

G: As the Friday headliner, the pressure was on for Snow Patrol, but they came out of the gate strong with their 2006 hit You’re All I Have, paired with an eye catching snowflake decal on the screens behind them. As an audience member, you can see that they clearly want to be there – Gary Lightbody’s regular audience interaction pays testament to this, with an opening joke about “falling on his hoop” due to the unexpected fine rain, and bantering with the crowd about sharing some new music (“are you having a good time? Well, let’s put a stop to that!” Which raised a few giggles).

Naturally, there were some of the expected classics interspersed in the set, including 2003’s Run (which had everyone singing along in a frankly moving way), Open Your Eyes, which received a brilliant reception, and their pre-encore closer Chasing Cars which went down about as well as you would expect. There was also material from their upcoming album The Forest Is The Path – they played The Beginning, which felt slightly meatier than the rest of tonights set, but it got the seal of approval from the crowd, which seemed quite rare for any new material this weekend. Disappointingly, their set wrapped up earlier than the billed time, but on the whole it was fantastic.

Regrettably the loo situation has gotten markedly worse. Y Not have shipped in some more portaloos, but the queues for those are still stretching across the site. Heading back from Snow Patrol to meet Reuben, I made unfortunate eye contact with a girl who had tried to pee in a bush, gotten stuck, and was having her friends try to rescue her with all the discretion of two seagulls fighting over a bag of chips. Poor lass.

Saturday

The energy today is a lot more relaxed than yesterday (though that might well be fatigue from the Sigma DJ set last night…), though people are generally still in very good spirits. There are a number of people drifting around the festival in fancy dress (we’ve seen a fair few gaggles of nuns) which is causing equal parts confusion and delight for those who clearly were not aware that there was a fancy dress contest happening.

The annual paint fight has already taken place when we arrive, and safe to say there are a number of victims wandering around. Turns out that Y Not weren’t kidding when they said that the powder paint would be hard to remove, as evidenced by a number of festival goers who are markedly much more citrus and/or blue than they were on Friday.

A genuinely incredible start to the our Saturday, Pale Waves injected our days with a jolt of indie pop energy. Not much audience interaction but a tight set performed flawlessly and it’s always a sign if people are walking away from your set singing your songs, which we spied a couple doing after this. A highlight of the whole festival so far.

In the short amount of downtime we have today, we made a break for Sgt Pepper Meadows to scope out some of the other retailers that are here. It’s clear from our excursion that a lot of people were not expecting the sunshine this weekend, with a LOT of people looking quite pink, but in fairness who expects sunshine at a British festival? One retailer that caught our eye was The Jazzy Frog, a quirky craft shop selling assorted jewellery knick knacks. Cue Gavin leaving with two pairs of earrings, because they just have no impulse control when it comes to unusual jewellery. The Dexter’s Laboratory earrings are already a firm favourite for the collection.

As is tradition by now, festival grub is high on Gavin’s ‘to do’ list. Order of the day is carbs, so we head over to The Yorky Roast and treat ourselves to The Duchess; veggie sausages, mashed potatoes, stuffing and gravy all loaded into a giant Yorkshire pudding (R: The most expensive single thing we ate at £14, but worth every damn penny). Made a welcome change from the freebie Swizzels Squashies and Coke Zero, which has been the usual fare so far today.

Another perfect match to the energy and audience of Y Not, Declan McKenna was one hell of a crowd pleaser. The biggest response was to Brazil, as entirely expected, but most of his set went down well. It should be highlighted to that this was the only act to use the screens on each side of the main stage in an interesting way with colour filters for each song, and an excellent 3D-glasses-like effect used at one point.

We had a little time here for a quick breather – and by breather, of course, we mean cheesecake. It isn’t like we would have been short of options, but the loaded cheesecake van caught our eye on the way in. While £7.50 seems like a lot for cheesecake, this was RICH. One of few times that Gavin has been able to share a dessert without being told to do so.

G: At this point, I slunk off, making the pilgrimage to see fan favourite, Frank Turner. Making another triumphant return to Y Not, Frank graced the crowd at The Quarry stage with show number 2929 (not like he has been keeping count or anything).

Armed with only his guitar, Frank Turner delighted the crowd in the packed out Quarry with music from his newest album, Undefeated, and safe to say it carries the same sharp balance between humour, rebellion and occasional existentialist sentiment that he has become well known for. Notable highlights from this section of the set were Do One and The Girl From the Record Shop, which both pulled in a huge crowd singalong.

Notably, during a musical interlude, Frank took the time to get applause for those “on the ground” who are making the festival happen, from security to bar staff and everyone in between – a real ‘good guy’ move.

The set closed with Polaroid Picture, which felt raw and real. The crowd were encouraged to learn the lead vocal line from one another and continue to sing while Frank took on the other vocal line, and honestly it sounded (and felt) fantastic. A definite Y Not highlight.

R: With a packed out crowd around the main stage a long time before they even started, Saturday main headliner Jamie T was due a warm reception and the screams of the crowd proved that immediately. There wasn’t a blistering start to the set, with a few slower tracks to open. But, soon it kicked into energy with their typical cheeky London charm and catchy guitar licks. He hit all the greats from his close to 20 year career, of course, with Sticks N’ Stones and Sheila getting incredible reactions. Then closed with a high energy, almost punk, version of Zombie to end the night on a tremendous high.

Sunday

After clearing two lots of security again, we made a beeline to see Milton Jones at Flamingo Jacks; unfortunately for us, so did everyone else. That definitely pays testament to the popularity of a great comedian, but it also feels a little like Y Not had perhaps underestimated how popular he would be (R: Didn’t help that his set time changed slightly too but the app hadn’t updated the times).

Admitting defeat, we headed over toward The Quarry, and caught Leicestershire local Rainbow Frog Biscuits in action. She put forward a diverse set with strong vocals and a range of musical styles, and it’s clear to see how she has become as popular as she has. Her music was interspersed with some audience interaction, with a recurrent theme being surprise and delight at how many people had turned out to see her, and honestly it was refreshing to see an artist be so open and frankly human about their experience while on stage.

After (yet another) browse of the various shops, we returned to the main stage to catch Holly Humberstone and her trademark folk/indie pop to continue the feeling of levity that we started with Rainbow Frog Biscuits. Genuinely hard to pick a highlight from what was such a strong set, but if pressed, The Walls Are Way Too Thin and the bittersweet Falling Asleep at the Wheel were must listens. (R: Honestly would have loved more than the 45 minute set as it flew by. One of my personal highlights of the festival)

Time was not on our side here, as Sunday was jam packed with bands we frankly NEEDED to see, so in the half hour gap we had, we swung by Chick’n Tenders for, you guessed it, “chicken” tenders. The cheapest meal that we got all weekend at £9.50, and frankly it was delicious. G: as an absolute carb fiend, I give this a huge thumbs up. Simple, filling and too damn tasty for its own good.

A swift dart back to Big Gin, and we just catch the start of The Vaccines. Honestly, we both forgot how much we knew by The Vaccines until their set, and recognised a hell of a lot more than we thought we would. They carried the good feeling that was brought in by Holly Humberstone with a frankly excellent set. The stage was set with carnations, in keeping with the theme from their newest album – a nice touch! You can tell they’re good at what they do – they sound JUST LIKE their recorded music, tonally, so they’re not victims to autotune hell. The use of reverb is enough to fit the style without being a distraction, and Justin Young was as suave and charming as ever.

R: Another solo excursion for me and football themed intro aside Dylan John Thomas kicking off (pun grudgingly intended) with Jenna immediately brought the energy of the small audience to a fever pitch (another terrible pun). I’ll stop now because I don’t like football and am running out of knowledge to draw on. The crowd might have been small, but they and I loved every second. Both Fever and Up in the Air were the clear highlight, with the latter blending melancholic lyrics with music dangerously close to ska. Exquisite.

From the soft indie tones to the politically charged rap metal of Bob Vylan proudly proclaiming to start war against the state. Genuine passion blazed through this set and great banter with the audience that the whole of the Giant Squid tent were absolutely living for. They named themselves “Best Band in Britain” during one such chat, and it’s hard to disagree after a set like this. Highlights were Ring the Alarm and the damn timely despite its age We Live Here.

G: Noel Gallagher was also there.

If you’re a Noel Gallagher fan already (and there are many if we go by the amount of bucket hats and shades nearby) you’re set, but otherwise there’s very little to catch your attention in the early portion of this set.

Notably, theres an unusual change in cinematography compared to other artists. While the likes of The Kooks and The Vaccines cut to the crowd at regular intervals, the camera seems fixed on Noel and occasionally other band members. There also seems to be a lot of just dead time between songs. Screens off, everything just stops until he’s ready. There’s a very interesting use of the screens behind him during the songs though, moving through a city skyline for Council Skies and a kaleidoscopic effect for We’re Gonna Get There In The End.

As expected, there is some classic Oasis in there, which fills the second half of the set as well as the encore. Surprisingly, there’s a cover of Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division as the pre-encore close. The cover felt very different from the original, with a wiry Britpop spin that I’m sure some people would have enjoyed. The set fully closed with Don’t Look Back in Anger, which went down a storm. Despite personally not being a Noel Gallagher fan, I couldn’t help but get involved here.

G: Having had chance to unpack and get my head clear, I’ve got a few closing thoughts about Y Not this year. It was my first visit, so I can’t say whether this is the standard fare, but Y Not is easily one of the best “vibes” festivals I’ve been to. It was clear from the off that everyone was just there to have a good time, and that feeling carried on right the way through from the Thursday afternoon to the end of the headliner on Sunday.

There were a few issues around organisation, and I’m hoping that these are tackled before Y Not 2025 – the main one being the loo situation. It felt as though Y Not might have been a victim of its’ own success here, though, and an attempt was made to rectify the situation by plonking in extra portaloos, but it just wasn’t enough. This problem could have been lessened if the loos in VIP were working as they should, but as only one of the four toilet blocks was working in there, people were being filtered out into the main arena to use the already overcrowded facilities.

Particular shout out has to go to The Oktoberfest Band – over the course of the weekend they have been doing some LONG sets in The Watchtower Bar, playing fantastic arrangements of well known feel good bops and interspersing it with some great banter. While I wasn’t able to catch a great deal of their performances, the parts I did see were high energy and really engaging, and it’d be frankly rude of me not to give them a mention.

Overall I had a blast – same time next year?

R: As a music festival goer, not a vibes festival goer, I wasn’t sure how much I would get out of Y Not, but I’ll admit I was surprised. Folks weren’t really there for the music, but to have a good time and this was obvious from the moment we walked through the security checks. Everybody was happy and friendly and chatty, all in ways I’ve not experienced at all festival before. Even if I’m pretty certain I’ve seen enough bucket hats now to last me until roughly 2034.

It wasn’t without problems, of course, and the toilet problem that Gav mentioned cannot be understated. I have genuinely never seen a toilet situation at a festival that bad before. Also, I truly believe that festivals should stop taking the piss so much with the pricing of things when you’re there. The food was great but the prices were exorbitant, and the sheer amount of things billed as activities during the festival that had additional charges was audacious.

As a huge music fan, it’s hard to pick my highlights from the many sets we saw. But, I would say that you owe it to yourself to see The Lottery Winners live at least once, and Venus Grrrls and Rainbow Frog Biscuits are a couple of artists to keep an eye on in the future. Whether I will be raring for Y Not next year definitely depends on the lineup of bands, but if there’s some choice bands on the roster, I’ll see you at the main stage.

All headliners for BLOODSTOCK 2025 & more announced….

August 10, 2024 by Anna Hyams

With 2024’s event underway and already laying claim as one of the biggest and best BLOODSTOCK‘s ever, festival HQ have set the wheels in motion of 2025’s heavy metal juggernaut by announcing not one, not five, but nineteen bands for its hottest summer yet, including all headliners. BLOODSTOCK 2025 will take place at Catton Park, Derbyshire on 7th-10th August.

Full info on how, when, and where to buy tickets – including cheapest options and when high demand VIP packages go on sale – can also be found below.
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BLOODSTOCK is thrilled to reveal Friday’s headliner are the UK’s adopted sons, gargantuan riff goliaths TRIVIUM. Matthew K Heafy declares, “We’ve always said that the UK is a second home to Trivium. It’s where our band really took root way back in 2005 and our relationship with it has only grown deeper over time. Our headline set will span our entire 20 year history and we’ll also celebrate ‘Ascendancy’ by bringing both the music and art to life. Bloodstock is the home of heavy metal in the UK and we’re thrilled to once again be called upon to headline it along with two long time friends. We promise you this will be the biggest and best Trivium set you have ever seen!”

Saturday’s headliners are none other than masters of metal and mayhem, MACHINE HEAD. Robb Flynn enthuses, “We honestly couldn’t be more stoked about hitting the stage at one of our favourite festivals to play. Bloodstock will forever hold a special place in our blackened hearts after our, now legendary, not-so-secret-secret-show on the Sophie Lancaster Stage back in 2022. That show, which marked our return to the live arena post-pandemic, was one of the hottest, wildest and most intense shows we’ve ever played on UK shores and we now want to recreate that magic again, and take it even higher in August 2025. Bloodstock, get ready because Machine F**ckin’ Head is coming to town and we want to see all you Head Cases lose it! BEERS UP!”

Sunday’s headliners dazzled the world with a gold-medal performance at the Olympics opening ceremony just two weeks ago…the almighty GOJIRA! Last headlining BLOODSTOCK with an all killer no filler, jaw-dropping spectacle back in 2018, when Metal Hammer called them “one of the best bands on the planet,” we can only dare imagine what the band will have in store for 2025. Keeping it succinct, Joe Duplantier states, “We are psyched to play Bloodstock again next year! Hold on to your socks, it’s gonna be brutal!!!” Of that there is surely no doubt.

Not content with unveiling the Ronnie James Dio stage headliners, BLOODSTOCK can also excitedly divulge all headliners for the Sophie Lancaster stage!! Wrapping up Thursday night will be Nergal’s bewitching side project, ME AND THAT MAN. Friday night concludes with impressive Canadian death metal beasts KATAKLYSM. Sure to set sparks flying as they close Saturday’s shenanigans, it’s STATIC-X! And there’s nothing like some seminal Floridian death metal to finish your neck off late on Sunday, so that can only mean the last band taking the stage at BLOODSTOCK 2025 will be the legendary OBITUARY.

Swooping in as special guests under TRIVIUM on Friday are influential black metal icons EMPEROR. Start your petition for a bonus Heafy x Ihsahn IBARAKI live track now.

Elsewhere on the RJD Friday bill you’ll be able to catch the ever glorious, gothic metal act LACUNA COIL and in their only UK festival slot for 2025, the unmissable ORANGE GOBLIN.

Shaking things up in the pit on Saturday’s RJD stage will be boisterous horror punks CREEPER and modern metal bruisers KUBLAI KHAN TX.

Joining the Ronnie James Dio line-up on Sunday will be melo-death squad THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER, medieval metalheads FEUERSCHWANZ, theatrical dark rockers LORD OF THE LOST, and metalcore mainstays AUGUST BURNS RED.

BLOODSTOCK is also delighted to reveal special guests on the Sophie Lancaster stage will be Norse-inspired warriors ALL FOR METAL (Thursday), flamenco metal fusionists BREED 77 (Saturday) and NWOBHM-meets-power-metal kings 3 INCHES OF BLOOD (Sunday). Friday’s guest – and around another 100 bands across 2025’s heavy metal party of the year – are still to be announced!

TICKETS FOR 2025
Weekend early bird tickets (Thu-Sun) for BLOODSTOCK 2025 are available to purchase at the box office on site for £175. Child weekend early bird’s are £45 (ages 4 -11). Mini moshers under age 4 can come for free.
Wednesday early access is also available for those who want to max out their BLOODSTOCK experience – an early bird adult Wed-Sun ticket costs £200. There is no additional cost for children under 4, or aged 4-11, to arrive with a parent on Wednesday.

This is the cheapest way to buy a 2025 ticket, with no booking fee.

From 09:00 on 12th August, early bird tickets will be available online in the 2025 Ticket Store with a booking fee. Once early birds sell out, adult standard weekend tickets will increase to £199 + fees (£224 + fees inc early access). Child weekend tix will rise to £59 + fees once early bird’s sell out.

All Serpents Lair VIP and Campervan tickets will go on sale at 09:00 on 14th August.
Campervan tickets must be bought in addition to your festival ticket, and will be priced £120 without power / £240 with power. You do not need to buy these together, but must have both by the time of the festival.
VIP ticket pricing varies depending on the package. A limited number of VIP Patch Of Grass tickets will be available at the same time, 09:00 on 14th August, with a 6-month instalment plan to assist those who would prefer to spread out payments.

An instalment plan for standard weekend tickets will launch later in the year as usual.
Please note, early access on Wednesday is still under planning discussion for Serpents Lair VIP, accessible, and campervan campsites – stay tuned to socials for update at a later date.

These are expected to sell out very quickly, so if you want one, be ready!

BST Hyde Park 2024 – Stray Kids, REVIEWED!

July 18, 2024 by Anna Hyams

The UK summer might have called in sick for the last month and a half, but we’re on our way back up to tropical climes starting today; the final session of BST Hyde Park – featuring K-pop icons Stray Kids. With 50 thousand through the gates and the sun actually shining, we are in for a delicious day in that there London.

Taking a stroll around the arena for a bit of sight-seeing, we clock the lovely uniquely BST pastel faux storefronts that house the bars, even more eateries than in previous years where you can get anything from prawn tempura bao to roast duck wraps or a gourmet pizza.

Volvic are out in force giving away cans of their fruit-spiked sparkling water which is really welcome today, and you can even throw it into your new American Express stanley-dupe cup because they’re giving away free ones all over the site. We make a pilgrimage to the very back of the arena to the toilet block, which honestly are some of the nicest festival loos I’ve ever experienced. Kudos BST, the tickets may be spendy but the perks are perky.

We toddle back to The Great Oak stage to check out another K-Pop crew, also on the JYP entertainment label alongside Stray Kids – NMIXX. A six-strong dynamite gang of fierce women, Lily, Haewon, Sullyoon, Bae, Jiwoo, and Kyujin, bounce out onto the stage with all the adorable exuberance you would expect from a kawaii cartoon. They’re all rocking some very Taylor-Momsen-Gossip-Girl-Era school uniform outfits, featuring tartan, ripped shirts and specially designed pink silk ties, featuring the band name in Korean Hangul.

There’s a massive crowd out already, and they’re all screaming as the band bust out two immediate bangers ‘TANK’ and ‘DICE’ (with some interesting MC Escher style visuals splashed across the giant stage screens). Being a total NMIXX rookie, I was kind of expecting the traditional cookie-cutter approach to K-Pop girl bands but they instantly blow me away with their raw take on the K-pop meets rock sound. It’s clear they’ve all got fantastic voices, and can throw down some classic choreo for sure, but there’s edge and individuality that comes through in both parts. It’s hard to explain but it certainly seems like they’re actively pushing against the uniformity and clean-cut stereotype of K/J-pop that has gone before.

“We are so excited to perform our songs in front of you” they yell out, before hitting us with ‘Run For Roses’ and the hugely popular ‘DASH’. I also really enjoy the tongue-in-cheek juxtaposition of the cutesy candy backdrop and the actual sentiment of ‘Young, Dumb, Stupid’, and I can’t even be mad at their sample platter of covers – Olivia Rodrigo’s ‘good 4 u’, Queen’s ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ and Oasis’ ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’ – particularly when the gorgeous harmonies in the last of those makes the performance better than the real version. I said what I said.

We get a sneak preview of brand new track ‘Moving On’, and they finish strong with ‘Love Me Like This’. They’re unpolished, punchy and know how to push their rock-edge – I’m a new fan.

We caught a little of Alec Benjamin in passing I’m afraid, lovely soft acoustic American-indie in the blazing sunshine, but we are scooting across to the Peroni bar for a swift mini beer and some absolutely delightful lemon butter tagliatelle for late lunch. This lovely serene pretend-Italian scene, is only slightly overshadowed by the ear-piercing screams emanating from the nearby chair-swing ride. Despite the din, I do really enjoy Alec’s ‘I Sent My Therapist to Therapy’ because – is there anything more millennial than that sentiment… and ‘Let Me Down Slowly’ is beautifully done.

Reinvigorated and full of pasta, we head over to The Cuban Garage Stage, 11-year BST home to resident mischief-makers, The Cuban Brothers who promise us a slightly less risqué show due to the average age of the crowd today. Somehow I don’t quite believe them. We get a dance-party vibe, with Miguel giving Music Producer pal Andy Franks an excellent leaving-do on stage, Kengo on rollerskates and Dom busting out the breakdancing and flips. As always, a pleasure, and truly there was only a smattering of rude jokes, bravo.

Next up on the main stage, manic pixie dreamgirl fantasies come alive with the absolutely adorable Maisie Peters. Don’t let her young age fool you, this firecracker knows how to drive a crowd wild. The folksy ballads with her acoustic guitar are great (they bring to mind notes of Taylor Swift and First Aid Kit, and fit right in with her signing to Ed Sheeran’s Gingerbread Man Records) but I want to talk about her scorching power-pop tracks instead.

Before ‘You’re Just Another Boy (And I’m Kinda The Man)’ she jokes about her embarrassment over being sad about a boy, but the softness is quickly replaced with a fiery edge in ‘Not Another Rockstar’ – straight to my playlist that goes. Her breathy cover of The Killers’ ‘Mr. Brightside’ is very soothing and ‘John Hughes Movie’ is, well… exactly what it says on the tin. As a lifelong Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller fan, you can stack me up on the giant inflatable cloud Maisie has along the stage, and let me listen in bliss for the rest of the day thanks. Oh and it absolutely must be said, that the BSL interpreters who have been covering all the main stage acts today, have been incredible and look like they’re having the best time. We stan an inclusive festival.

Following that we scuttle away to the leafy solace of ‘The Hydeaway’ a VIP perk area full of lovely tables to hang out at, with a big bar, extra food options and some even fancier loos. We take a quick squiz at the merch on our way past but lanyards have completely sold out and £40 a tshirt is a little rich for our blood. Cozzie livs innit. Instead we spend our cash on snacks, mine being a cup of incredibly fresh strawberries mixed with marshmallows and covered in dark melted chocolate. It was decadent af, as always I am absolutely sold on the bougie city festival vibe.

Heading back into the now teeming arena, we weave our way amongst screaming teenagers waving SKZ light-sticks aloft. What they’re actually screaming for isn’t clear – it seems to be whenever anyone roadie or otherwise, simply steps one foot onto the stage… ah to be part of hysterical teenage fandom again. Anyway, after fighting our way through the cutesy lolita outfits and homemade signs trimmed with lace, we get to a good viewing area just as a giant red Stray Kids banner is hoisted up in front of the stage.

With the eardrum piercing banshee shrieks of the girls behind us, and the dramatic dropping of the banner, Stray Kids are revealed atop a raised platform at the back of the stage wearing matching beige fatigues in various states of DIY. Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N. are all undeniably pretty, and the deafening screams of fans are all but drowning out opening track ‘S-Class’.

Self-proclaimed as a band with an experimental music style, influenced by everything from hip-hop to heavy metal and electro (which has been named “Mala taste music” since, referencing spicy Chinese mala seasoning) they are definitely another JYP Entertainment band who don’t fit that classic clean J/K-pop sound, and it’s evident from the off. Another unusual note about Stray Kids is that they’re mostly self-produced and write a lot of their own music, rather than being fuelled by a team of external musicians – that’s pretty rad right?

‘Freeze’ features a barrage of on-stage fireworks, followed by flame cannons and a lot of raunchy dancing. “You guys miss us?” they yell, to a solid wall of screams in return, from what sounds like all 50 thousand voices in attendance. Having made their UK debut in 2019 to the comparatively tiny Brixton Academy, this is an incredible step up – and it’s easy to see why.

‘TOPLINE’ features striking red, yellow and black text on the screens spelling out the lyrics so that even the casual fan (or dragged-along partner) can join in with the fun, and before long we too are swept up in yelling “Karma!” and “We don’t give a fuck!”. There’s something almost pantomime about K-pop that has a way of making you participate and I really think it’s a big part of the pull – after all, for every early noughts pop fan who learnt the dances of their favourite boyband, this hits that nostalgia button really hard.

‘Domino’ sees the band rushing down the runway and spraying the close-up crowd with bottles of water, and more intricate choreography featuring a lot of holding hands, adorable. They take a quick break as their house band give a truly excellent solo interlude – it’s very metal inspired, and I’m going to have to research their personal projects a bit I think.

Back again with an outfit change to a Timberlake-adjacent double-denim effort, we spot Felix sporting a Louis Vuitton jacket (having been a house ambassador for the brand in 2023) and Hyunjin with a Versace snapback (he was a Versace global ambassador last year). In fact, there’s a lot of bling across the board with this crew, perhaps unsurprisingly as they also made their Met Gala debut as a band earlier this year, as guests of Tommy Hilfiger.

Ballad ‘Lonely St’ is a light and soft pause, before busting out a Korean version of ‘Social Path’, followed by ‘Charmer’ and ‘Back Door’ which I’m sorry but I cannot help but laugh at. Yes I know that they all get the pun, frequently slap each others’ arses and call Lee-Know ‘Butt Hunter’ but, well… bum jokes are funny and the English love when people make mistakes with our language to comic effect. Sue me.

‘MANIAC’ seems to be about Frankenstein (cool) and comes with some Thriller-esque dance moves, while ‘God’s Menu’ is replete with choreography depictions of cooking such as mixing, chopping and frying. Because why the hell not. Nothing surprises me at this point.

Coming in with their meteoric hit ‘LALALALA’ which has been used in so many ad campaigns and tiktok videos you can’t fail to have heard it before, it elicits the biggest scream from the crowd yet, and is accompanied by a huge set of pink fireworks behind the stage. It’s half an hour before curfew but this feels like and ending songe… and it’s at this point that everything starts to fall apart. After that absolute blinder of a song leaving us all hyped up, there follows a long rambling speech, with backing music that completely drowns out anything the band members are saying. It’s confusing, it’s irritating, and we only know what is actually happening when the ripple from the front starts chanting “one more song”.

Equally confusingly, they play ‘TOPLINE’ through again, and then ‘Megaverse’ (which I can’t lie, sounds exactly like Megabus… which then led me to sing Vengabus throughout…). After yet another round of chanting “one more song” the finale is left to the comparatively quiet ‘Haven’. It seems like the sound has been massively turned down at this point and we can easily speak over it, but the Stays are still bouncing around having a lovely dance party. There’s a bit more of a “Who’s seen Stray Kids before?” talk from the band and a “thanks for coming” at the end but it seems very unscripted and messy, compared to the seamless first half of the show.

All in, it’s been great to see another top tier K-Pop band on top at such a massive UK event, I’m just not sure they accounted for the extra time they appeared to have on hand at the end of the show. Hopefully with two years in the bag for BST down this track, we can look forward to another incredible show in the future – topping my wishlist are BTS and BigBang… see you in 2025 Hyde Park!

Bloodstock 2024: FINAL BANDS ANNOUNCED!

July 17, 2024July 16, 2024 by Anna Hyams

So many cool things to share, with just over 3 weeks to go to BLOODSTOCK 2024! Read on and get excited!!
If you’re still planning your outfits for BLOODSTOCK and fancy something new, EMP are here to lend a hand with a 20% off discount code! Just enter the code BOA20 at the checkout, before 4th Aug (minimum order value £30, one use only). They’ve also got a competition running for free tickets which you can enter here or by clicking below.

Standard weekend tickets for BLOODSTOCK, priced at £185 (+ booking fee) are available now in the 2024 ticket store. You can also snap up day tickets, child tickets (mini moshers under 4 yrs can come for free!), and if you want all the BLOODSTOCK you can get, add-on early arrival for an extra day of camping on Wednesday too – these are nearly sold out so don’t hang about! Early Bird, VIP, and campervan tickets are already sold out.

BLOODSTOCK’s 2024 Ronnie James Dio main stage headliners are AMON AMARTH, OPETH, and ARCHITECTS. Across the weekend you can also expect to see CLUTCH, HATEBREED, CARCASS, ENSLAVED, MALEVOLENCE, SATYRICON, ROTTING CHRIST, SYLOSIS, WHITECHAPEL, DEICIDE, GRAND MAGUS, DESERT STORM, THE VINTAGE CARAVAN, SOEN, GREEN LUNG, COMBICHRIST, XENTRIX, EXIST IMMORTAL, ETERNAL CHAMPION, GROVE STREET, MIMI BARKS, CRYPTA, FORBIDDEN, NERVOSA, BEAST IN BLACK, KORPIKLAANI, UNLEASH THE ARCHERS, FLOGGING MOLLY, SEPTIC FLESH, IGORRR, GROVE STREET, UNPEOPLE, NIGHT FLIGHT ORCHESTRA, HELLRIPPER, INFECTED RAIN, CULTURA TRES, SADUS, LUDOVICO TECHNIQUE, BURNER, RED RUM, EVERGREY, RAISED BY OWLS, TAILGUNNER, SOUTH OF SALEM, and ANKOR amongst many others!

Get full festival information over at bloodstock.uk.com. BLOODSTOCK will take place at Catton Park, Derbyshire on 8th-11th August 2024.

BLOODSTOCK confirms official bin jousting (& some more bands)

July 17, 2024June 26, 2024 by Anna Hyams

Standard weekend tickets for BLOODSTOCK, priced at £185 (+ booking fee) are available now in the 2024 ticket store. You can also snap up limited day tickets, child tickets (mini moshers under 4 yrs can come for free!), and if you want all the BLOODSTOCK you can get, add-on early arrival for an extra day of camping on Wednesday too. Early Bird, VIP, and campervan tickets are sold out.

BLOODSTOCK’s 2024 Ronnie James Dio main stage headliners are AMON AMARTH, OPETH, and ARCHITECTS. Across the weekend you can also expect to see CLUTCH, HATEBREED, CARCASS, ENSLAVED, MALEVOLENCE, SATYRICON, ROTTING CHRIST, SYLOSIS, WHITECHAPEL, DEICIDE, GRAND MAGUS, DESERT STORM, THE VINTAGE CARAVAN, SOEN, GREEN LUNG, COMBICHRIST, XENTRIX, EXIST IMMORTAL, ETERNAL CHAMPION, GROVE STREET, MIMI BARKS, CRYPTA, FORBIDDEN, NERVOSA, BEAST IN BLACK, KORPIKLAANI, UNLEASH THE ARCHERS, FLOGGING MOLLY, SEPTIC FLESH, IGORRR, GROVE STREET, UNPEOPLE, NIGHT FLIGHT ORCHESTRA, HELLRIPPER, INFECTED RAIN, CULTURA TRES, SADUS, LUDOVICO TECHNIQUE, BURNER, RED RUM, EVERGREY, RAISED BY OWLS, TAILGUNNER, SOUTH OF SALEM, and ANKOR amongst others with yet more still to be announced.

Get full festival information over at bloodstock.uk.com. BLOODSTOCK will take place at Catton Park, Derbyshire on 8th-11th August 2024.

Download Festival 2024 – THE BIG REVIEW!

June 22, 2024June 19, 2024 by Anna Hyams

Return to the Castle! Donington, we’ve missed you – but we are home on your hallowed fields for Download Festival XXI, and it feels like the beginning of a new era.

There’s a new production company running the site this year, who when quizzed at the DL Press Conference earlier this year, mentioned that they had a lot of plans in place to avoid the colossal road issues of 2023. As it stands, we sailed right in with no traffic whatsoever, which means something has gone right. Sure last year was a bit of an outlier with an extra day to contend with and a considerably higher volume of people entering, but still – this may be the smoothest it has ever gone.

One notable dark stain on this year’s event though, is the fact that a cadre of bands have pulled out of the line-up due to the ongoing sponsorship of Download by Barclays, who have clear financial links to companies supplying arms to Israel. The bands who have pulled out up to this point are; Speed, Scowl, Zulu, Ithaca and Pest Control who commented “We cannot sacrifice the principles held by this band and by the scene we come from and represent, just for personal gain.”. As it stands, Download have made no comment on the boycott, but it is later announced that Barclays have pulled sponsorship from all of Live Nation’s 2024 events, which include Download, Latitude and the Isle of Wight festival.

Following this announcement, Enter Shikari posted on their social media that they had previously been in talks with Download, expressing their objections about the sponsorship and working with other bands to exert pressure, through ‘Bands Boycott Barclays’ and that they are satisfied with this result.

Aside from all that news, the one other thing we are all keeping a worried eye on is the weather. We’ve had a good run of a few dry years, but it seems we aren’t going to escape the Midlands monsoon season this time around. As we pull into the lush greenery of the carparks, the ground is looking decent but the skies are looking ominous.

FRIDAY

Starting our day off at The Village to check out the Download Megastore, we are greeted by an absolutely torrential downpour to really get the weekend going, and we watch as people start racing for the queue-free Co-Op store across the tarmac. One meal deal and a poncho please.

Inside, the store is chock full of fun merchandise, interesting displays and even a tiny café and some arcade games. The basic point of it seems to be, as a place to sell some of the more niche products that Download have started offering over the years, but I have to say, it’s a helluva trek for anyone on a weekend or day ticket who isn’t camped out this way – especially since external bus terminals are about an hour and half walk in the opposite direction.

For those that do make it out here though, you can spend your hard earned cash some some really silly brilliant stuff like; a full DL bedding set, a rock-duck (stored inside a giant rock-duck), jewellery, posters, boiler suits and an array of special edition tshirts. If that doesn’t tickle your pickle, how about a Grandad Skateboards deck which looks like one of the stage Totem poles? Or maybe a bottle of Lou’s Brews bright green Download hot sauce, and a Father’s Day ‘Rockin’ Dad’ tshirt? Actually I did try and purchase one of these but a lot of sizes had already sold out.

One thing I did go in for, was some of the once again excellent collaboration of Mary Wyatt x Download. The designs are really interesting and unique, and the quality of the clothing is second to none. I could have spent a fortune (especially after I missed out last year, the merch sells so quickly!) but I ended up with a cropped vest featuring Donington Castle and a black-metal style Download logo. Long may this collaboration continue, it’s a perfect match.

As we head into the arena, it’s pretty clear that the ground isn’t going to survive. There’s already mud, we’re putting on and taking off raincoats every half hour, but you know what? It’s damn good to be back in a field with the gang. On Apex we catch a bit of Welsh rockers Those Damn Crows who are putting on a lively set in the face of some pretty wild wind, followed by local Derbyshire talent The Struts whose vocalist Luke Spiller is indeed strutting about the stage confidently in his white cowboy boots, despite the rain slick. It does kinda seem like classic rock has been pushed to the early slots this year, but there are a lot of people out having a damn good time.

Unfortunately the storms keep comin’ and it isn’t long before the arena is swamped. Standing in the rain isn’t the end of the world or anything, but not being able to sit down between sets or eat a non-soggy burger it is kind of annoying. Luckily we are too awestruck to care when Polyphia hit the Apex stage. Wow is an understatement for this band, the euphoric and intricate guitar-work is unrivalled in current rock music. Sure there’s a bit of pyro and guitarist Tim Henson calls out “Let’s see some fucking crowd surfers” to tick off some festival bingo boxes, but honestly most people seem to just be standing around mesmerised. I’d be happy if they played every year.

Over on the Opus stage Soft Play (formerly known as Slaves) are having a delightfully rowdy time, telling everyone they “…used to play to absolutely no-one, now we’re here” and making everyone chant “fuck the hi-hat” for no apparent reason. It’s a decent crowd but I’ll be honest – not really my jam.

Slip-sliding back over to main for Black Stone Cherry who are trying their very best to bring some Kentucky warmth to the UK, “Download! Are we having a good time yet? Even in the rain and cold?” elicits a roar. We might be good at whinging, but we’re also good at just getting the fuck on with things here. ‘Soul Creek’ and ‘In My Blood’ are excellent but it’s the very singable ‘White Trash Millionaire’ and ‘Blame It On The Boom Boom’ that get everyone going, it’s a great set.

I do have a bone to pick with the arena set up though. Why does the sound tent centre stage keep getting taller and taller. The Liquid Death plastered monolith now completely eclipses an entire runway up the hill, there’s no peak point you can see over the top of it from. With the huge sound towers (of Babel as Andy Copping puts it) as well, there’s quite a lot of view obstruction in the arena now, but especially of the artist runway into the centre.

Great strides have also been attempted when it comes to accessibility after last year’s fiasco – there’s a clear run of festival flooring between routes in from camping and stages, but I suspect that they won’t last long unencumbered as the weather continues.

Before the next biblical downpour we fight our way around some of the stalls and food outlets in the centre to grab some delicious gyoza and have a mooch around the Mysticum Luna shop for some jewellery.

Next up, Royal Blood are fun and upbeat jumping all over the damp stage, but they are plagued by technical issues throughout their set. I guess the weather situation is affecting all areas. We make the trudge back over to Opus, (which is already getting difficult) to see our favourite Horrible Histories nostalgia band Heilung… aaand so has everyone else. It is jam-packed out here, spilling across the road and right up to the shops. There is something undeniably hypnotic about Faust’s throat-singing overlayed with the rhythmic percussion of cursed instruments (no really, there’s a rattle filled with human ashes dontcha know) and it is utterly enthralling to watch. To be completely honest though, there is one point where it sounded exactly like the music that plays in the steam/forest room at a fancy spa, and you can’t convince me otherwise. I also wonder if it takes hair and make-up a long time to make it look like they’ve been dragged through a bush, because I already look like that and I’ve only been here a few hours. Anyway, Viking dance party? 10/10, I’m here for it.

At Avalanche, Wheatus – the little band that could are brining the noughties nostalgia for a change-up and we LOVE it. Their line-up might have almost completely changed over the years, but Brendan B Brown’sunique vocals still sound exactly like the Teenage Dirtbag we all loved. Last year they played a stonking 42 date tour, with entirely crowd-curated sets spanning their entire recording history and it seems so fitting that they get to crown that here at Donington, singing “I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby…” at the very location Iron Maiden have inhabited many times over.

Following that, the queue for Busted at avalanche is impassible. There’s a long history of Download booking enormously popular bands in tents that aren’t able to adequately house the numbers, and it seems like this year is no different. Though Busted might seem like a controversial line-up inclusion, the times they are a-changing, and they probably represent quite a large number of people’s gateway into the rock and metal scene from the now core age group of Download. At any rate, the bangers are there of course, but it seems like a much heavier version of them that has come to play, and I’m never not going to giggle at swearing from wholesome people.

Unfortunately some set time changes meant we missed all but the last little snippet of Biohazard over on the Dogtooth stage, but they did end strong and fantastically chaotic as always.

Queens Of The Stone Age take to the Apex stage to bring home night one, with a very aesthetically pleasing stage set up. Receding neon lights form a sort of pyramid shaped tunnel for the band to stand inside as they kick off with ‘Little Sister’ and ‘Burn The Witch’.

“What beautiful English weather were having” laughs Josh Homme before he yells“Repeat after me, I’m so fucked up I feel amazing” and “You cunts are alright” but really it all sounds a bit forced.

‘Go With The Flow’ and ‘The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret’ go hard, but as the set progresses I can’t help but think it’s a bit samey and not the kind of exceptional show I expect to see from a headline act. Yes they’re really good at what they do, but something feels off and flat in the crowd – indeed a lot of people seem to be heading off early.

Yelling “Girls get on the boys shoulders, tonight the security works for me.. this place is ours” is maybe the most lively it has gotten tonight, as people clamber on top of their friends to acquiesce. Closing out with ‘No-one Knows’ and ‘A Song For The Dead’, gives QOTSA a brighter uptick to end on but I don’t know if it really saved the whole set. They weren’t bad by any means, they just weren’t spectacular – and we have come to expect spectacular from Download headliners.

SATURDAY

On our way into the arena this morning, we spoke to a couple of members of the car park management team who were just being radioed to put their golf umbrellas away, as one of their members elsewhere on site was struck by lightning this morning. Thankfully they’re ok and on their way to hospital, but given the tropical weather we’ve been having I’m surprised we’ve seen nothing struck in the actual arena up til now. In the Press area we go visit the Liquid Death pink hearse and grab a couple of cans from the cooler-casket (where can I get one, what a rad idea for a Halloween party) and visit the Mary Wyatt pop-up who are handing out ponchos both there and out in the crowd. They are sincerely doing the lord’s work, this poncho saved my life.

Unfortunately yet another announcement mars this morning, with Electric Callboy cancelling their hotly anticipated set due to vocalist Nico Sallach being ill. I think this would have been one of the busiest sets of the weekend, after last year’s tent fiasco where people were crammed into the oven-like Avalanche stage like lightly baked sardines.

Bambie Thug up first on Apex has really suffered from the weather situation, there are a lot less people eager to arrive before the morning’s downpour has concluded, but they put on an engaging and fun show, ending with the brilliant ‘Doomsday Blue’ off the back of their Eurovision entry. Wargasm also deserved a rowdier crowd, but alas the rain was relentless at this point.

© Sarah Louise Bennett for Download Festival

A brief reprise of sun heralds Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes but the arena is now an absolute state. Whilst site crews have been skimming the arena to remove some of the mud, the rain is just making for an impossible task – and unfortunately there’s nowhere near enough hay to make headway in the high traffic areas. Frank fans make no concessions however, and seem to be going hard down at the front, as Frank himself – wearing a pink cardigan, yells “I fucking love you Download” and leaps into the crowd for a quick surf.

Karnivool on Opus are just good solid metal with a decent turnout, but following that, Bleed From Within’s set was severely delayed, and basically ended up as just a performance of Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman’ with comedians Rob Beckett and Romesh Ranganathan, for their Sky TV show. Yeah sure it’s funny and something special but, I’m fairly sure the people we actually came to see the band weren’t super pleased that’s all there was.

Also unfortunately for RØRY (an artist who has actually been making music for a long time, but has recently blown up on social media for her and her partners’ posts about living with ADHD) she has been scheduled at the exact same time as Babymetal, in an area that is accessed only via mudslide.

Sadly, we probably should have been over there instead since Babymetal went a little something like; They walk slowly on stage like they’re bridesmaids at a wedding, wearing rainbow warrior outfits. They play one and a half songs before the music screeches to a standstill and they’re ushered off stage. The deluge begins, and is so strong we have to crouch to avoid getting knocked over by the sideways barrage. Fifteen minutes elapse, the rain finally ceases. We get three more songs when they finally re-emerge, but the last one is ‘RATATATA’ which probably should have included a cameo from Electric Callboy but obviously couldn’t. Sigh. They also decided to ask everyone to “Get down low” and crouch after a massive storm shower which just seems a little ridiculous, and I am more than a little miffed that this is the second time I’ve stood in the rain to watch Babymetal at Download.

Luckily the sun actually begins to shine and the clouds are replaced by bright blue skies – at least for now. I am especially thankful for this at the start of Enter Shikari, with Rou Reynolds practically catapulting himself onto the stage with glee, wearing extremely risky white trousers and a pink Shikari footie shirt. Starting off with his ‘System…’ monologue, and then launching straight into ‘Meltdown’ there is no doubt that this is going to be an absolutely stellar show.

‘Live Outside’ might not be aimed at being taken literally, but I do not in fact want to live outside this weekend thanks. Sorry to everyone camping. We love the ‘Sssnakepit’ circle pit that strikes up in the absolutely sodden front lines, and as Rou finishes his classic mid-show banana (not a euphemism) he shouts out “Make some noise for Wargasm right now” and is joined on stage by the duo for ‘The Void Stares Back’. We also get a snippet of their tour with Rou scaling a ladder and then falling backwards into one of the lighting effect towers, to be replaced by a dancing thermal image as he sneaks to the other side of the stage for a crowd surfing moment.

“I’m so tempted…” he says, being filmed frantically by the tech crew, and then launches himself backwards off the gangway right into a mud swamp. A true man of the people. Later, I found a tiktok of Rou’s stylist watching this in abject horror – a beautiful thing. After the inevitable changing of the fucked monitor he had on him, the band finish up with an expected Rou soliloquy “Enter Shikari would like to stand with our Jewish friends, our Muslim friends, our atheist friends, all of you. I hope to God there’s a Gaza left when this fucking atrocity ends.” to a huge roar of solidarity from the crowd. Closer ‘A Kiss For The Whole World’ seems entirely fitting, and is crowned by a huge double rainbow over the arena. I would very much endorse a Shikari headline set here.

On Opus, Tom Morello is giving a masterclass in Rage Against The Machine and Audioslave hits, and thanks everyone for all the times he’s been able to play Download festival. I for one would probably throw up with joy if Rage decided to reunite for return to Donington – the last time they played was absolutely mindblowing. As a former touring guitarist with Bruce Springsteen (wild diversity I know) it’s fitting to hear a cover of ‘The Ghost of Tom Joad’, especially when he flips it over to play with his teeth, revealing a giant ‘Ceasefire’. Finishing up with “…an old English folk song” – the best Christmas Number 1 we ever had ‘Killing In The Name’ and ‘Power To The People’ with guest drummer, 14 year old sensation Nandi Bushell, secure Tom’s set as one of the best of this weekend.

© Abbie Shipperley for Download Festival

Pantera have a large crowd despite Phil Anselmo’s pretty well recorded history of well, saying racist shit. It’s an interesting booking to be honest, especially in a punk/activist stacked lineup. They seem to be having a nice time and keeping it schtum, but I do wonder if their ‘fuck the Tories’ exit music is an attempt at reparative lipservice.

On the main stage, The Offspring deliver one of the best shows of the entire weekend, it’s like mainlining pure nostalgia right to the heart. They look as cool as they ever did to me as a teenage punk, and they sound phenomenal. ‘All I Want’ is screamed at the top of everyone’s lungs, and Dexter and Noodles joke around like we’re hanging with them at a jam session “Can you feel the love coming off this audience?”… “I can feel a lot of stuff coming off this audience…”. Each song gets it’s own digital backdrop of which album it has come from, the true Eras tour. Dex yells “Download Fest you are fucking beautiful once again” before they up the ante with ‘Staring At The Sun’ and a cover of Ramones’ ‘Blitzkrieg Bop’.

“Do we have any classic metal fans… this is a classic metal song…” did not lead where I thought it would lead, and instead to Edvard Grieg’s ‘In The Hall Of The Mountain King’ otherwise known in the UK as, the Alton Towers theme music, which was quite fun as a punk rock song. ‘A Million Miles Away’ from Conspiracy of One and ‘Why Don’t You Get A Job’ from Americana are both iconic, and this is the most crowd interaction I’ve seen for a band all weekend.

“They don’t care if they got rained on, they’re out here rocking their ass off” shouts Noodles, before they throw giant marble-like inflatable balls out into the crowd and give us ‘Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)’. The Offspring are just consummate showmen, something I think a lot of punk rock bands have in common – they’re comedians as well as musicians and it really gives them the edge in crowd engagement. ‘You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid’ is a lot of fun, there are quite a few giddy kids who are excited to sing the word ‘fuck’ out here, but ‘The Kids Aren’t Alright’ and ‘Self Esteem’ are the absolute cherry on the cake of this truly brilliant set. They are the anthem to my youth and I’ve loved every second.

Tonight’s headliner Fall out boy, are hotly anticipated – off the back of last year’s sold out stadium tour the arena is full right back to the big wheel ready for them. Starting off with some interesting staging we see Patrick Stump on the screens, dressed in… a hospital gown. He is let loose from his backstage hospital bed onto the main stage with the rest of the band, where there are giant video walls and a curiously large black sofa.

There’s no adaptation to a heavier style here whatsoever, they are unapologetically themselves and I love that. ‘Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy’ is an immediate throwback, to easier times of sideways hair and multiple studded belts. ‘Sugar, We’re Going Down’ hits a lot of people right in the singing-at-house-parties-with-your-mates feels and ‘Dance, Dance’ with those keyhole logos splashed all over the screens, is absolutely iconic.

The Infinity on High portion of the night comes with a flying sheep (yes really) and a ton of pyro to really solidify that headline slot production value. Also, if you aren’t singing the misheard lyrics of “Golf cart arse face” to ‘This Ain’t A Scene It’s An Arms Race’ then we can’t be friends.

“Thank you for trusting us with your entertainment this evening. Last time we played here was 10 years ago, and we were kinda nervous to play this festival… but there’s 80 thousand of you making us feel better” laughs Pete Wentz, “I used to watch VHS tapes of Metallica playing Donington. The dream. This is so fucking special” he saysbefore giving us the fantastic ‘Thanks Fr Th Mmrs’.

Not to be outdone by other bands who have graced this stage (Kiss, Rammstein) Pete rocks a flame-cannon attached to his bass guitar for ‘Phoenix’, there’s an angry inflatable bear, heaps more pyro for ‘My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em’ Up)’ of course, then scary cheerleaders and even a little Munsters riff to pass the time. Truly I feel like they could play for half the night and I wouldn’t get bored.

‘Immortals’ is another arena-wide singalong, with a sassy social media comment backdrop joking “Wow a one-word song title from Fall Out Boy” which racked up likes as they played. Can’t fault their eye to detail on this set, they’ve made it fun to watch as well as fun to listen to – something I really feel sets those great headliners apart from the average ones.

There’s a beautiful starry backdrop with a giant moon hanging above the stage for ‘So Much (For) Stardust’, and then a fan throws a Ziploc bag with a card inside up onto the stage to ask the band to do their gender-reveal live. “Oh ok a gender reveal? Will it be a Fall Out boy or a Fall Out girl?… you’re having a boy!”.

‘Centuries’ is absolutely perfect and could easily have been the closer, but they give us one more with ‘Saturday’ – and, I’ll admit there’s something very brain-itchingly pleasing about ending with the namesake of the day you’re headlining, bravo. What I enjoy even more is the bonkers scene of a bunch of doctors and nurses helping Pete Wentz fly into the air on a bunch of balloons, surrounded by confetti and streamers blasted into the crowd. I’m not sure I really got the full screenplay of the night but I liked it regardless. What an incredible headline choice, this really was a highlight.

There’s a few fireworks to end the night but they’re mostly caught inside their own crowd of smoke so it isn’t that impressive, and of course it is beginning to rain once again.

SUNDAY

Cursed with the state of the arena, Download issue a statement that the arena will open an hour later today so that they can get a handle on the ground work – after yet another blast of rain this morning. Unfortunately with a big walk to the arena from shuttles and camping, shortened sets to accommodate and the now drying mud creating a shoe-sucking trench to go anywhere, it’s looking difficult to fit many bands into our schedule today.

We head off to see Royal Republic who play one of the most lively and fun shows of the weekend, we loved dancing with them to ‘Tommy Gun’ and ‘Ratatata’ (no not the Babymetal one). Zebrahead follow up with some pop-punk to a respectable sized crowd, but we decide to check out some of the shops along the back of that area. Amazingly, this whole section is on the dry stone standing and is relatively mud free.

We check out chains and rings at Tomfoolery, frog hats and silly sunglasses, patches, a vintage clothing store selling heaps of blank battle jackets for you to curate, and a Viking drinking horn shop. It reminds me that I really miss the (age) old set up of having all the shops along the racetrack itself – it was nice to have a shopping destination if you had a gap in your plans.

Over on Apex Kerry King is obviously slaying (ahem) but it does feel a bit strange that we said goodbye to Slayer at Download 2019 on their farewell tour, but today we get… well, basically a Slayer set. In the Dogtooth tent the must discussed secret act turns out to be a roaringly intense set from Aussie metalheads Parkway Drive who almost blast the roof off – I’m expecting to see them on the main stage next year and certainly for more than a very short thirty minutes. On Opus, Elvana have yet again pulled a huge crowd for their Elvis/Nirvana mash up silliness. I love them but they’ve pulled the short straw going up against Bowling For Soup in the beautiful sunshine.

I’m absolutely convinced that ‘Girl All The Bad Guys Want’ is Bowling For Soup’s response to The Offspring’s ‘Want You Bad’, but it’s such an ingrained iconic song that we are all singing along at the top of our voices. “It’s so weird being up here without Chris (Burney). He had to fly home to Oklahoma for some health stuff” the guys lament their missing member, before bringing a special guest onto the stage.“Isn’t that the guy from wheatus over there… the teenage dirtbag?” BBB does indeed come on stage to sing a little, and announce their joint tour coming in 2025. What a fun nostalgic collaboration to make January a little nicer next year.

After rudely Rickrolling us, they also bring out Zebrahead for ‘Punk Rock 101’ and then end with ‘1985’ – singing the absolutely perfect line for sharing the stage with another band today “She rocked out to Wham, not a big Limp Bizkit fan”.

Sum 41’s final performance at Download is a bit of a tear-jerker, they like others on this bill were part of the pop-punk makeup that was so many people’s teenage gateway to rock and metal. I’d say they’re one of the big reasons I ended up here myself, and the huge crowd around me suggests a lot of people feel the same way.

Deryck Whibley is looking better than he has in a long time, jumping around the stage with wild abandon in his signature red creepers. ‘Motivation’, ‘In Too Deep’ and even a cover of Queen’s ‘We Will Rock You’ are all excellently performed, but it’s Deryck’s words that catch us in the feels “We are so honoured to be here, this festival and these crowds hold a very sacred space in our hearts. It’s the last record we’re gonna make”. Cue the loud boos across the arena.

“Your boos are so heartwarming… It’s been almost 30 years hasn’t everyone had enough of sum 41?” as the resounding ‘No’ is screamed back at them they tell us“We’re gonna fucking miss You we promise you. Thank you for all these years. There might be one more chance this year we can see you. Keep your ears peeled.” and launch into ‘Fat Lip’ and finally ‘Still Waiting’. The refrain “This can’t last forever” is a nice little note to remind you, go see your favourite bands while they’re still around.

A giant travesty of the weekend is putting Limp Bizkit, Corey Taylor and Hoobastank on all at the same time, with impassable mud trenches in between.

In the end we can’t help but choose Limp Bizkit – mostly for the memories. Swanning in wearing baggy white trousers, a baseball jersey and a baby blue bucket hat, Fred Durst struts to ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ before throwing down with ‘Break Stuff’. He might have a grey beard these days but damn does he sound just the way I remember. It’s powerful, it’s nostalgic, and it does indeed make you want to break stuff.

“I hope you don’t mind we brought the California Sun with us” Fred jokes, but quickly notices those rowdy front centre pits “If someone falls down we pick em back up. Help each other out”. We are also made to sing-along with Oasis’ ‘Wonderwall’ a cheeky little diss from Fred, who once said that he was a big Oasis fan and even had Liam Gallagher’s autograph, despite Liam publically labelling Limp Bizkit as “Shite”. “Liam, you hear that? We are fucking waiting on you Oasis!” Fred quips, but the laughs subside and we are given what we really came for – ‘Rollin (Air Raid Vehicle’. Suddenly half the crowd seems to be wearing a red hat (remember when they were cool, before MAGA idiots co-opted them?) and we are all dancing the moves like true noughties kids.

Rollin’ is outtro’ed with a little bit of ‘Proud Mary’, because the rain this weekend really has us rollin’ on the river, and it’s onto hit after hit with ‘My Generation’ and ‘My Way’. There is a short stoppage mid-song for Fred to make security aware of an issue in the crowd “There’s something wrong over there, get someone in there”, but he then brings someone from the crowd up onto the stage to sing with him – “Great job brother let’s hear it for the Loco!”.

The band play a fun little request section with snippets of George Michael’s ‘Faith’, Nirvana ‘Come As You Are’ and Metallica’s ‘Master of Puppets’, then spin up a circle pit frenzy with ‘Take A Look Around’ – “Let’s do that weird song Tom cruise likes”. Bookending the set with a second blast of ‘Break Stuff’ is a great choice, it goes even harder the second time, and Download head honcho Andy Copping hitting the stage in his own red-hat is extremely joyful. I kinda wish they’d headlined instead of QOTSA in all honesty, maybe next time.

Headlining the Opus stage Machine Head give an absolute masterclass in how to bring a full showcase experience. I find it hard to express how incredibly powerful and impressive this set actually was, this band have proved time and time again that they have the capability and the crowd support to headline the main stage but here we are. You just know that if they start the show with a visible Fireman at the side of the stage, there’s a good chance you’re going to get your eyebrows singed.

In true Moshy Ned style, there is so much pyro in the opening ‘Imperium’ that you can barely even see the band, which probably doesn’t matter as everyone around us seems to be moshing, screaming and throwing their middle fingers up in reference to the song.

Rob Flynn yells “Scream for me Download” (someone has to do it, Bruce Dickinson isn’t here) and “Download are you ready to lose your minds with Machine Head tonight?” before inciting circle pits and a giant wall-of-death “push back, push back”, for ‘CHØKE ØN THE ASHES ØF YØUR HATE’.

‘The Blood, The Sweat, The Tears’ sees bright red ticker tape confetti raining down like a cloud of blood, and there’s a very providential rainbow just to the right of their stage during ‘Is There Anybody Out There?’. I can dig a god who loves Machine Head.

“I went crazy at download festival, chant with me!” is the scream that ends the show, ‘Davidian’ and ‘Halo’ are beyond sublime, and this is the first time this weekend I’ve seen some proper old school hair-windmilling and headbanging – it’s a comfort. I have no notes, it was perfection.

So, we sacrificed most of Avenged Sevenfold for Machine Head, and I’m not sorry about it. Getting across the arena in the waning light, with even the access roads now covered in a sucking gloop of mud… treacherous. We didn’t make it far down the hill but I can totally appreciate the reason A7X were booked onto that Sunday headline slot – they are smashing it. Sadly they seem to have been hit with a couple of unfortunate coincidences this evening, as the field is nowhere near as full as it was for last night’s FOB set.

The weather has done a number on people’s resolve, I think a lot have favoured heading off early or following Machine Head, and there is information circulating already about car-parking being horrendous with cars stuck in the mud. At any rate there’s a steady stream of people heading for the exits.

Regardless, there’s a lot of people down the front having the time of their lives still, and you can’t overstate A7X’s incredible melodic guitar work for a great way to cap this weekend of amazing musical talent. ‘Hail To The King’ was dedicated to all the Dads in the audience, on Father’s Day, a nice moment – especially when so many have brought their children with them this weekend.

“We’ve played many times…. Download festival, and we are honoured. You have so much great fucking music that comes to the UK, so much.” Shouts vocalist M. Shadows, but unfortunately as they dive into ‘Nightmare’ the main stage suffers from a power outage issue that seems them summarily cut off, only to be karaoke’d by the crowd. It does seem like there have been more than a few issues with sound this weekend.

Luckily it is fairly quickly resolved so that the band can come back for ‘Unholy Confessions’, ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ into ‘Save Me’ and finally ‘Cosmic’. They might not be on my personal highlight menu for the weekend, but it was a great show.

It would be remiss of me to note a few things that have come up post-festival, even though it isn’t all good news. Rob Kellas (of the now infamous TPDTV gang) reported that his sister Mary Kellas was hit with food poisoning after eating one of the giant yorkshire pudding meals, and had to leave the site early due to being so ill. Photos have also arisen of raw chicken being served to punters, and a brisket stall also being the culprit for multiple food poisoning incidents this weekend. Apparently environmental health had been contacted and the affected outlets were shut down once it had been reported to them.

I must also note that there has been yet another significant and obvious price hike on the arena food, there now aren’t many meals available under the £12 mark. The inclusion of an alcohol-free cocktail bar has been a great one, but I do wish that this was part of their regular bar options instead of having to take a trek to the specific area to get one. Merchandise offerings were decent, and the queues to get stuff was nowhere near as bad as last year due to seemingly having a lot more staff on board. I do however wish DL would take a leaf out of Wacken’s book, and offer some cheaper small items for sale – or bring back the reusable branded beer cups that can be taken home as souvenirs.

Thefts seem to also have been a massive issue this year, with one photographer working the festival asking for help online as someone had actually unclipped and stolen a lens off her camera as she was walking through the site. A huge number of phone thefts have also been spoken about online, and even Frank Carter had a sentimental item – a gold chain, stolen from around his neck whilst crowd surfing; “Which one of you c***s stole my f***ing chain. I’m fuming. I’ve had that chain for 10 years. And do you know what, I’ve sacrificed it to the mosh pits of Download. If 24-carat gold doesn’t buy us some f***ing love…”.

All in, I’d say there were some significant issues that need to be addressed following the festival this year, but despite that and the unfavourable weather – we still had a fucking magnificent time. This is testimony to the family, the ethos, the vibe of this festival, long live Download. See you next year!

MLB London Series 2024 – A baseball festival!

June 13, 2024 by Anna Hyams

It’s an overcast but warm Sunday in London town, and we’ve come all the way from Leicestershire to the Olympic Park to attend an extremely rare and exciting event. Once a year, London Stadium (which is now the given home of West Ham) is transformed from a classic football pitch into an enormous baseball stadium. The build itself is truly something to behold, you can watch an incredible time-lapse of it on MLB Europe’s social media, but turning a rectangular pitch into the iconic diamond is no mean feat.

The first MLB London Series was held in 2019 with the original grudge-match of Yankees vs. Red Sox, and was then disrupted by Covid for the next three years. Returning last year with a St. Louis Cardinals vs. Chicago Cubs match it has already cemented itself as a true London summer essential, with fans rushing in from all over the UK as well as from overseas.

Driving to London is nowhere near as chaotic as people make it out to be, especially if you’re heading to one of the Westfield malls (conveniently located outside of the congestion charge zone). We park at Stratford Westfield for a purse-friendly £13 flat day rate, which is incidentally cheaper than parking in our own mall all day in Leicester, and it’s a very short walk from there right into the Stadium grounds. With fuel and parking all in, we’ve probably saved ourselves around £300 for three of us on public transport, as well as a whole lot less stress.

Heading into the arena we are surrounded by baseball jerseys of all kinds, not just the two teams that are playing today. In case you were wondering how a sporting event fits into our ‘Summer Festival Guide’ parameters here, this is truly like walking into a metal fest and seeing a sea of band tshirts – and I’m about to give you all the reasons this stacks up as a must-do Summer Festival.

Outside of the security entrances we spot a decent sized merchandise stall with a hefty queue around it, and there are flags, banners and backdrops for taking photographs everywhere. There are also plenty of stewards with selfie-frames and foam fingers who are there to help you get your perfect game day group shots. It’s a really nice touch, and adds to the atmosphere. To make things go smoothly, they open the gates to the arena area 3 hours before the event and have security entrances on at least two sides. It’s a quick bag check and we’re in!

Around the front of the stadium there are yet more photo opportunities, live entertainment in the form of percussion bands, stilt walkers and more. There are set ‘Fan Zones’ for each team which house have-a-go pitching cages, mini merch stalls and food stands curated from the hometowns of each team. at the Mets Zone you can grab a mouthwatering New York Pastrami sandwich, pizza and fried chicken. Over at the Phillies Zone you can feast on a classic Cheesesteak, Phanatic Fried Chicken (isn’t he meant to be a bird? That’s a bit gauche if you ask me) or some punny ‘Batter Up’ fish and chips.

Now situated at the back of the stadium, the huge MLB superstore has an hour and a half queue to traverse (so said the helpful steward at the entrance) which unfortunately would put us past opening ceremony time so we decided to hit it up later on. This turned out to perhaps be a mistake, as by the time we made it back there – the entire store was bereft of Phillies merchandise. I know the games are over two days but it does seem that if you want your pick – you’re better off going early or even the day before to one of the other outlets. The huge tailgate party at Trafalgar square also has merchandise on offer and it’s free to get in during the weekend, a good strategy for next year.

Heading into the actual arena itself, we are helped to find our seats by another lovely steward and end up parked alongside third base, and in front of a huge contingent of US fans who have travelled over for the games on a tour holiday. Mostly Phillies but with a few Mets mixed in, they’re raucous, flamboyant and funny – shouting and singing along with all the exuberance I expect of an American audience. The view we have is phenomenal, but to be honest it looks like you get a great view from anywhere in this arena, we sat in the nosebleeds in 2019 and still had a magical time.

Pre-show entertainment includes the introduction of the Mascots, the Phillies Phanatic – who according to Wikipedia is meant to be a green flightless bird. Our 4 year old referred to him as “The funny alien” and absolutely fell in love with him. We went hunting for a plushie for her, but alas none on site (at least at this late stage). I must say though that the tongue which protrudes from his… beak… mouth… hole… is more than a little unsettling, but we laughed our heads off at his sassy dancing.

The Mets mascots are well, cute but ultimately less inspiring. They’re just people with giant baseball heads clled Mr. and Mrs. Met. We’re team funny alien. Sorry not sorry. On the VIP green stage, the incredibly talented Jess Glynne warms up the crowd with hits ‘Hold My Hand’, ‘Rather Be’ and ‘Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself’ before giant flags are splayed out on the field for each country’s National Anthem to be sung. First up the USA’s star spangled notes are belted out by Broadway star Marisha Wallace, and then Welsh classical vocalist Katherine Jenkins hitting those insane high notes for God Save The King. It’s still weird to hear King, if I’m honest.

The first pitch is set to be given by Rob McElhenny of Always Sunny and Wrexham fame, Philly born and bred – but he is joined on the field by Kaitlin Olsen (also of Always Sunny fame, also his wife) and Chase Utley (former Phillies player) to instead do a ceremonial ‘First Double Play, roping in Bryce Harper.

We also get a starting line up of players for each team, which included an extremely random set of pyrotechnics – huge flame cannons which weren’t then used at any other time during the game, and then it begins. The first inning is so fast we barely have time to register what’s going on, and though it isn’t an entirely sold out stadium, the sound of the entire ballpark roaring as the Phillies’ Nick Castellanos takes first base is wild.

It’s not a difficult game to get to grips with, which is part of the appeal I think. The native Philly fan behind me is coding all of the game stats into her worksheet from inside the programme though, and that is a step too far down the rabbit hole for me. I’m here for less pure reasons, one of which is to unironically wear my Benchwarmers jersey and see how many people notice. My partner is also wearing a Milwaukee Beers Baseketball jersey and it is niche enough that even amongst baseball fans only a handful of people have picked him up on it.

The game goes a lot faster than I remembered it last time, but these players are not here simply for a jolly weekend. I really love that this is a part of their regular season, so we’re actually getting to see a true unfiltered game day, not just a ceremonial fun game. Having the home fans behind us also really helped with the mood – they were all so animated by every single play, and got our daughter involved in all the clapping/chants/general baseball crowd participation too.

The one thing I will say about US sports is, there are so many breaks during game play! I understand needing re-set time but there’s a lot of mid-game entertainment to cope with it. We loved the Phanatic dressed as a Royal Guard, joined in with the seventh inning stretch, and sung along to ‘Take me out to the ball-game’.

At one point giant baseball shaped beach-balls were thrown into the crowd in a race to get them back to the dugouts, the very strange mascot race which included King Henry VIII, Freddie Mercury, Winston Churchill and Nessie, who cheated bigtime.

We also love the random trivia that comes up with each hitter on the big screen, for example – did you know that Mets’ Jeff McNeil “was a judge at the 2019 Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest in Coney Island”? Incidentally, the breaking news in the hot dog community (which obviously runs parallel to the baseball community, 16-time winner Joey Chestnut announced that he has been banned from entering the competition under MLE’s (that’s Major League Eating obviously) new rules. That’s my trivia gift to you today.

The chaotic joy doesn’t stop there, as Phillies’ David Dahl hits the first home run of the game to rapturous applause – the black cab on a plinth in the VIP area explodes in a haze of sparkly fireworks and disco lights, which is apparently now our UK ‘home run tradition’. Love that we’re just making stuff up at this point. I’ll take one Black Cab jersey next year please. It’s hitting close to the end but we make a break for boomstick nachos (that’s a 2 foot box of loaded chilli nachos, that spanned the laps of two adults and one child) which was truly epic. We wanted to grab a cheesesteak but unfortunately they sold out early on, but we did grab one of the very silly and fun baseball bat shaped beer cups. I have no idea what we’re going to do with it… maybe make people who come to our house down pints? But it is a cool souvenir.

Anyway, back to the closing game. The thing that truly baffles me is how anyone hits anything when some of these pitchers are throwing 94mph right at their faces. It is tense and brilliant, as a non-regular baseball watcher, it’s truly engaging and edge-of-your-seat stuff when the bases are loaded. Ultimately after a good fight back, Philly are ousted with a nail biting double play (and a smashed bat!) to end the game 6-5 to the Mets. The entire stadium is up on their feet cheering for what has been a truly spectacular day. With 108,956 people recorded in attendance over the weekend, I think it’s safe to say that MLB has a permanent home in the UK and it can only get better.

Oh, and leaving London at 7.30 on a Sunday is a lovely easy trip and we’re back in the Midlands by around 9.30pm even with a stop. So there’s no excuse, book your tickets next year for a slice of that classic game day atmosphere and a really unique fan festival experience.