Bloodstock, full of metal, mayhem and this year, mud.
We were rained on, we drank too much jager and GWAR’s Hitler came on our photographer’s face when she was shooting from the pit. All in all everything a British metal festival should be.
Were you there with your trousers down?
Were you there in gold lurex hot pants? (Dude, you’re a dude ffs!)
Were you there in corpse paint?