AdamDS hits BLOODSTOCK 2014: Cloudy With A Chance Of Fisting

AdamDS hits BLOODSTOCK 2014: Cloudy With A Chance Of Fisting

It’s that time of year again when Team MetalMouth descend upon Catton Hall for a weekend of debauchery and general drunken messes. It was a brilliant mess of a weekend and this part concerns Saturday and the washout that was Sunday. Enjoy!

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After a moderately moist Friday, I was keen to start Saturday off with a bang. With a lack of showers in the media site a trek to crew was needed. A shower in water that I can only deduce was warmed in Mt Doom itself, I return to the arena with no skin and an over excited Editor – also with no skin – in tow ready to see the almighty Evil Scarecrow open the main stage. The crowd that amassed had to be the biggest crowd for any of the main stage bands of the weekend (not including Emperor) and with this capacity crowd all scuttling along to the old crab dance for Crabulon it’s easy to see that the world is their corn field!

A short wander to be handed the breakfast of champions…Old Rosie was in me and I was feeling fabulous. Back out to the main stage to check out Shining when I heard the announcement I was excited at the prospect of seeing Niklas Kvarforth et al bringing their own brand of Swedish misery to Catton Hall, this however wasn’t to be and it was in fact the black jazz band of the same name. Who with a lack of kit and a rediculous buzzing sound coming through the PA meant their performance left so much to be desired. Back to the bar!

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Whilst in the Serpents Lair I happened upon Alice Bizarre, one of the most talented make up artists around offering out her wares for donations to the charity MIND. Ten minutes with her and I looked suitably grim for a day of extreme metal wonderment. Decapitated were on my hitlist next and as a self proclaimed disliker of death metal I wasn’t expecting much. But what I was given was phenomenally well delivered metal that goes straight for the jugular albeit back were the sound issues once more. For a good portion of the set the guitar could only be heard through the on-stage monitors which left everything feeling somewhat flat. The vocal ferocity of Rafal however, mean’t that a disappointing sound still managed to pack a vicious punch.

Now it was time to split myself in half, what a miraculous feat. On the main stage were Israeli prog metallers Orphaned Land and on the SOPHIE stage were Profane Omen. Orphaned Land were on fine form, delivering track after track of tight oriental metal that charmed the sun back from it’s slumber and the crowd stood in awe as these chaps pulled out one of the performances of the festival. A dash to the Sophie stage saw Profane Omen thrash their way through a set of riff powered head bang inducing metulz. Kudos to them!

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Then came my interviews for the day, all the interviews. Forever. Which lead to my missing of Lacuna Coil but the deluge that came left me somewhat thankful that I was inside the press tent and not in the crowd. Back out into the crowd to see Children Of Bodom storm the stage and slay their way through their synth soaked shred powered hook laden brand of melo death. It seems Alexi Laiho and co only ever get better! BOOM! Even if you can’t hear the low end…AGAIN!

From here on out alcohol was consumed in ever growing amounts, drinks were flowing and so was the banter. One last stop to load up on vodka before heading back to the arena for the ALL FUCKING MIGHTY EMPEROR!! Playing the In The Nightside Eclipse in it’s entirety followed up by an encore of a couple of demos and a Bathory cover to finish. This whole set was a sight to behold and something I’m never going to forget. A pyro laden performance of black metal excellence is what the weekend was waiting on and boy that is what we got. A splash of corpse paint would have added in that last dash of authenticity but who cares? EMPEROR!

Back to the serpents lair for more booze, banter and tunes we party on till the early hours and retire feeling suitably slaughtered.


Sunday:

Sunday didn’t begin in the best of ways, with a barrage of texts from press agents cancelling my interviews because of the monsoon that had enveloped the newly named Floodstock and that the only band I really wanted to see had switched their slot pushing them to a later time. This meant that the call from my lift home telling me about his leaky tent and his wanting to pack up and leave wasn’t the most welcome. That was until I wandered into the arena and saw the mudbath it had become. Tents were packed up and loaded into a car and my experience of Bloodstock was over for another year. But hey I didn’t have to be in the same location as Megadeth, so every cloud right?

Anyways, until next year Catton Hall. Good fucking night!

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