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My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
West Yorkshire alt-rockers Marmozets were probably my discovery of the weekend. A slightly chaotic and energetic performance by the two sets of young siblings, and I look forward to getting their first album, "The Weird and Wonderful Marmozets".
Glorious weather for the first day of the May bank holiday weekend. 23 degrees in Weymouth.
05.05.2018
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
Californian thrash metallers, Metallica put on one of the slickest performances I have ever seen. Humble and appreciative of their audience they staged a spectacular monster of a show. The two-hour extravaganza was relentless and extreme - exhilarating volume, grinding guitars and heavy, spine-thundering drums. Metallica's performance was teflon-slick and they treated the adoring crowd to four decades worth of metal anthems. Catching James Hetfield's flicked plectrum / guitar "pick" at the end of the set was the cherry on top of a very special weekend for me.
Here's the full Metallica set for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the BBC.
To quote the oracle, Tenacious-D:
You can't kill the metal
Metal will live on
Punk Rock tried to kill the metal
But they failed as they were smite to the ground
New Wave tried to kill the metal
But they failed as they were stricken down to the ground
Grunge tried to kill the metal
They failed as they were thrown to the ground
No one can destroy the metal
The metal will strike you down with a vicious blow
We are the vanquished foes of the metal
We tried to win for why, we do not know
New Wave tried to destroy the metal
But the metal had its way
Grunge, then tried to dethrone the metal
But metal was in the way
Punk Rock tried to destroy the metal
But metal was much too strong
Techno tried to defile the metal
But Techno was proven wrong
Metal, it come from Hell
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
We sacrificed BabyMetal's set for a long, slow "Full English Breakfast" on Saturday morning. But I did pick up this BabyMetal Fox Mask on the ground in the tent city when we eventually got to the festival. It picked up some rucksack rash through the course of the day, but it somehow survived.
Countryside fair at the Stock Gaylard estate, near Sturminster Newton, Dorset. The weather was mixed with some heavy rain and thunder. A typical British bank holiday weekend! 26.08.2023
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
Sheffield metalcorers, Bring Me The Horizon clearly have an army of juvenile devotees, who knew every word to every ear-splitting track. Intense, tattooed young men with screaming voices, a big volume dial and a huge multi-media budget put on a fine show. The music wasn't bad but the vocalist, Oliver Sykes, was an irresponsible (and foul-mouthed) arsehole of note who continued to encourage the audience to "open it up", "push it back" and extend the mosh-pit to a wall-of-death. In the ensuing melee, dozens of terrified and traumatised young women were hauled over the crowd-control barriers and there was blood among the testosterone-charged (and lager-fuelled) alpha males. I personally experienced a couple of nigh-Hillsborough moments during their set, and wouldn't like to repeat them. Good show BMTH - and you're clearly a rock-god-in-training Mr. Sykes - but cut the nihilistic mosh-pit nonsense. Here's the full Bring Me The Horizon set for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the BBC.
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
Sheffield metalcorers, Bring Me The Horizon clearly have an army of juvenile devotees, who knew every word to every ear-splitting track. Intense, tattooed young men with screaming voices, a big volume dial and a huge multi-media budget put on a fine show. The music wasn't bad but the vocalist, Oliver Sykes, was an irresponsible (and foul-mouthed) arsehole of note who continued to encourage the audience to "open it up", "push it back" and extend the mosh-pit to a wall-of-death. In the ensuing melee, dozens of terrified and traumatised young women were hauled over the crowd-control barriers and there was blood among the testosterone-charged (and lager-fuelled) alpha males. I personally experienced a couple of nigh-Hillsborough moments during their set, and wouldn't like to repeat them. Good show BMTH - and you're clearly a rock-god-in-training Mr. Sykes - but cut the nihilistic mosh-pit nonsense. Here's the full Bring Me The Horizon set for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the BBC.
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
Sheffield metalcorers, Bring Me The Horizon clearly have an army of juvenile devotees, who knew every word to every ear-splitting track. Intense, tattooed young men with screaming voices, a big volume dial and a huge multi-media budget put on a fine show. The music wasn't bad but the vocalist, Oliver Sykes, was an irresponsible (and foul-mouthed) arsehole of note who continued to encourage the audience to "open it up", "push it back" and extend the mosh-pit to a wall-of-death. In the ensuing melee, dozens of terrified and traumatised young women were hauled over the crowd-control barriers and there was blood among the testosterone-charged (and lager-fuelled) alpha males. I personally experienced a couple of nigh-Hillsborough moments during their set, and wouldn't like to repeat them. Good show BMTH - and you're clearly a rock-god-in-training Mr. Sykes - but cut the nihilistic mosh-pit nonsense. Here's the full Bring Me The Horizon set for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the BBC.
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
Sheffield metalcorers, Bring Me The Horizon clearly have an army of juvenile devotees, who knew every word to every ear-splitting track. Intense, tattooed young men with screaming voices, a big volume dial and a huge multi-media budget put on a fine show. The music wasn't bad but the vocalist, Oliver Sykes, was an irresponsible (and foul-mouthed) arsehole of note who continued to encourage the audience to "open it up", "push it back" and extend the mosh-pit to a wall-of-death. In the ensuing melee, dozens of terrified and traumatised young women were hauled over the crowd-control barriers and there was blood among the testosterone-charged (and lager-fuelled) alpha males. I personally experienced a couple of nigh-Hillsborough moments during their set, and wouldn't like to repeat them. Good show BMTH - and you're clearly a rock-god-in-training Mr. Sykes - but cut the nihilistic mosh-pit nonsense. Here's the full Bring Me The Horizon set for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the BBC.
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
Californian thrash metallers, Metallica put on one of the slickest performances I have ever seen. Humble and appreciative of their audience they staged a spectacular monster of a show. The two-hour extravaganza was relentless and extreme - exhilarating volume, grinding guitars and heavy, spine-thundering drums. Metallica's performance was teflon-slick and they treated the adoring crowd to four decades worth of metal anthems. Catching James Hetfield's flicked plectrum / guitar "pick" at the end of the set was the cherry on top of a very special weekend for me.
Here's the full Metallica set for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the BBC.
To quote the oracle, Tenacious-D:
You can't kill the metal
Metal will live on
Punk Rock tried to kill the metal
But they failed as they were smite to the ground
New Wave tried to kill the metal
But they failed as they were stricken down to the ground
Grunge tried to kill the metal
They failed as they were thrown to the ground
No one can destroy the metal
The metal will strike you down with a vicious blow
We are the vanquished foes of the metal
We tried to win for why, we do not know
New Wave tried to destroy the metal
But the metal had its way
Grunge, then tried to dethrone the metal
But metal was in the way
Punk Rock tried to destroy the metal
But metal was much too strong
Techno tried to defile the metal
But Techno was proven wrong
Metal, it come from Hell
My friend, Robin Anstealin securted two Guest Passes for the 2015 Reading Festival...and he kindly invited me to join him! That gave us full weekend admission to the festival, and access to the private R&R zone adjacent to "backstage" of the main arena. By festival standards that meant nirvana - easy access, no beer queues, exotic drinks and cocktails, private dance areas, real food, tables and chairs, no ablution queues, real (sanitary) toilets, no mud, clean/odourless people. Bliss! We checked into an out-of-town Holiday Inn late on the evening of Friday, August 28 and eventually made it to the festival in time to see Limp Bizkit and the tail end of Mumford & Sons. We returned on Friday morning, sadly missing Baby Metal's set, but catching Fidlar, Marmozets, Modestep, Pierce the Veil, Alexisonfire, Royal Blood, Bring Me The Horizon and, the headline act, Metallica. After a great (relatively rain-free) two days, and we made our way back home in the early hours of Sunday, August 30. With no wives and children around, we took the opportunity to brave the fringes of the mosh-pit at the front of the main stage, and here are some of the images I captured.
Sheffield metalcorers, Bring Me The Horizon clearly have an army of juvenile devotees, who knew every word to every ear-splitting track. Intense, tattooed young men with screaming voices, a big volume dial and a huge multi-media budget put on a fine show. The music wasn't bad but the vocalist, Oliver Sykes, was an irresponsible (and foul-mouthed) arsehole of note who continued to encourage the audience to "open it up", "push it back" and extend the mosh-pit to a wall-of-death. In the ensuing melee, dozens of terrified and traumatised young women were hauled over the crowd-control barriers and there was blood among the testosterone-charged (and lager-fuelled) alpha males. I personally experienced a couple of nigh-Hillsborough moments during their set, and wouldn't like to repeat them. Good show BMTH - and you're clearly a rock-god-in-training Mr. Sykes - but cut the nihilistic mosh-pit nonsense. Here's the full Bring Me The Horizon set for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the BBC.