Having completely destroyed myself time after time in a field in the middle of Derbyshire for the 3 days previous, you’d think I’d be grateful that it was coming to and end? Well I’m not. This is the life of a music journalist, we’re gluttons for punishment and we like it rough.
Sunday begins for me in pure panic, well, I woke up at 8am and I had no voice whatsoever, I’ve got my first interview in just under 2 hours. What the f*ck do I do? Drink water, lots of water (not very metal I know).
Line Of Fire were the first band on the firing line today, blasting though questions, these guys were patient and generally hilarious, my voice came back and the panic was over. Phew. Now it was time for some music, to the New Blood stage, Robin! ScarCity, the melodic hardcore mob from Biggleswade of all places, that has to be made up right?
Well they cleared out any lasting cobwebs with a powerful and crushing live set, the melody mixes in a nice change to the usual generic hardcore approach, these guys bowled me over.
Time for a change of tactic. To the Sophie stage for a slice of sleaze in the shape of States Of Panic, a band I was pretty much unfamiliar with at the beginning until I realised I’d seen them before under their old guise as Peepshow. Playing through a set of riffs soaked in pure 80′s glam power and vocals laced with all the angst in the world. This is music for the pissed-off but at times, it came across more so as the music of a teenager throwing a temper tantrum, which did include throwing his mic stand into the photo pit.
That being said, their solid performance thoroughly made up for any short comings. 
A short wait around the Sophie stage lead to one of the most magical sets of the weekend. One band who came out, layed it all out and delivered, a band who if this review was some kind of awesome festival prize I’d totally give them best band.
This is of course Grifter, some seriously dirty British rock which sings from a similar song sheet as Clutch and Black Sabbath, their set also included a brilliant cover of Fairies Wear Boots delivered with such a Sabbath groove that by the time the song was finished a half filled tent was packed and watching this marvel, a marvel that finished with a Dead Kennedys cover no less.
Back again for yet more interviews, States of Panic delivered if not one of the best interviews I gave all weekend. Then it was crunch time, I got to interview some idols of mine, Amorphis. I got to interview them before their set and I did my best to not let my inner fanboy escape. Onwards for my only visit to the Jagermeister stage over the whole weekend, this was for the progressive epic stylings of Stoke On Trent’s finest, Operation Error. Delivering an acoustic set which did bring out the only acoustic guitar I’d seen all weekend. For me this is where Operation Error should be, playing acoustic gigs because it’s here where their intricacies and true power as a band shine through. Impressive!
Time now for some Amorphis unfortunately due to my interview schedule and the bands technical issues leading to the coming on stage late, I didn’t get to see a whole lot of their set. What I saw however was impressive to say the least and I know several people who were won over to the ways of the ‘phis. That being said, I didn’t see enough of their set to be able to give it a real rating.
More interviews happened, I know, they sprung from nowhere all weekend. I was intending upon interviewing one band but it wasn’t meant to be, one bands loss is another bands gain, right? Well Operation Error gained on this day, something that has to be seen to be believed and something that means they’ll possibly never be able to tour Germany again.
Devildriver. Out they come, one of the most enigmatic and energetic bands out there today, blasting ear drums and screaming out more curse words than I think I’ve ever heard. I was all good sat carefully watching and soaking in the experience until the opening bars of Not All Who Wonder Are Lost kicked in, then it happened, it had to happen, I had to be in a pit. Dayyyyum, pits are something that DD do with so much ease it has become synonymous with the DD name.
Then as I said, interviews spring out of the ground, looking like they’d crawled out of a pit and fresh off stage, Evil Scarecrow came to pay me a visit, one that left the video camera on the floor and our editor under a pile of sweaty make up covered men. She didn’t complain.
Unfortunately I only had one band left to see, the weekend was nearly over or so I thought at least. Slayer.
A band I’ve never liked enough to claim myself a fan but I totally immersed myself in their set. Playing hit after hit and taking over Catton Hall, whilst this is the first U.K. appearance of the band since the death of guitarist Jeff Hanneman the band were on fine form and were in complete control of the stage. RAINING BLOOD! 
So this is Bloodstock over for another year, bands are done, people are slowly leaving the arena…HA! As if, saying goodbye to a few people I know and heading back to the Serpents Lair and meeting up with team Metalmouth along side various members of Mia Klose it was hail to the hooch, with cider and rum flowing my energy reserves were starting to fail. Until we met up with our chaotic boss lady, chugging pints of cider leading us to the Sophie stage and then back again. It was from there all hell broke loose, more booze flowed, more people joined our rabble and off we went on an adventure seeking a marvellous casket full of beer.
After this pit stop we went to explore some more of the campsites, find a sign of life, maybe a party? it was in Asgard where this happened. Chugging more pints and making various people scream HAIL SATAN is always a crowd pleaser but in the early hours alas our adventure was over, we headed back to camp, seeing in Monday morning in style, more beer flowed, conversation the same, laughs shared and onwards to the sunrise.
It was at this point around 8AM we said our goodbyes to our editor and headed back to take down our own tents and make that journey home. Taking down tents when drunk is funny, but what you don’t want to do is stop drinking, red wine flowed by this point, courtesy of Miss Moolenschott… and even more cider.
Returning home at around half one, falling onto my bed, and waking up 18 hours later. I can honestly say this was the best experience ever, and whilst at times I wanted to give in, I’m so glad I didn’t.
To Bloodstock 2014, COME ON THEN!!