Yeah it was shit. Best festival ever!
Fings wot were good:
- Still feels like "Home" with the same atmosphere in the arena and reassuringly familiar faces
- Showsec were great as always
- Vanaheim folks were lovely. Didn't find a single knobhead. Special shoutout to the chap blaring Priest and Dio as he waited in line for the showers - my phone was on charge in my camper so it helped make an otherwise dull shit in the portaloo a bit more enjoyable.
- Obtaining my Vanaheim wristband was a fantastically smooth process.
- Hitting the VIP bar at just the right times to find great beers, and Dam Dog (the vegan one) tasted better than the damson porter. The Black Bee mild was tasty too. Bar staff themselves seemed well motivated throughout the weekend.
- The rarest of rare occasions that synths were audible in the Sophie tent, courtesy of Demonic Resurrection (who were brilliant).
- The beautiful, surreal sight of a long line of blokes lined up at the urinals wearing tasteless Hawaiian shirts before Cannibal Corpse.
- The screens in between bands not playing the same 2 or 3 Nuclear Blast sponsored songs steadily gnawing away at everyone's sanity as the weekend progressed! The fact I heard no one complain about the video features speaks volumes and how this change is perhaps underappreciated.
- "Come on you guys conquered India - I'm sure you guys can conquer the Sophie tent"
Not so great:
- Main stage sound. The PA seemed incapable of dealing with low frequencies produced by Gojira and Nightwish in particular. It's as if the sound techs had pushed the the gain beyond the limits in pursuit of VOLUME VOLUME VOLUME. Gojira become a muddy quagmire at the slightest hint of double bass drums, and you had to know the songs to pick out any synths through the low end rumble. Priest, by contrast, had the clearest sound of the weekend. Maybe the rain was to blame.
- The distance to Vanaheim and the hoops that were mooted to be jumped through in order to get there meant only other Vanaheimers ever came close to my living quarters. I missed having folks like WorMzy dropping by to say hello on Thursday.
- Said distance and ease of just chatting meant that I actually missed quite a few bands throughout the weekend.
- Spotted a chap stumbling over the barbed wire fence at the disabled car park, looking like he'd just finished checking out some of the cars there, and he didn't seem to "fit in with the Bloodstock crowd". He proceeded fall onto the wire, casually got up and walked down the road. Awkwardly, the nearest security was posted at the back entrance to VIP camping...
- Vanaheim portaloos being padlocked long before Chucking Out time Monday morning.
- Motley Brue announcing how many people had nabbed off with their mugs.
- Me from not long after the arena opened Thursday right up to breakfast Friday morning.