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| Let it stop! |
Following a mysteriously flat battery we arrived and were equally mysteriously directed without any queue to a prime and dry parking spot at the near side of the west car park and set up in time to watch a customarily commanding performance from Rammstein. The evening was notable for strange circus acts including 'sword swallower' and 'Mongolian Boy' and heavy disco to 3am in a general mud.
Next day the mud had churned itself into a fine, thick ooze.
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| Rivers |
I was able to confirm that the traditional noodle stall had more and better noodles than the chain-like 'Noodle Hut'. One of the music stages had been replaced by some wrestling arena and, unless I misunderstood, some wrestler was later offered a 'most metal' award on the main stage. Just as there is only one true Dr Who, there are only two true wrestlers, and this gent was neither Big nor Giant. But the people to their own.
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| Inside |
I cannot remember much about the music on Saturday though can confirm Trooper is better than Hobgoblin. Except for the Black Sabbath set, which recovered from a horribly out of tune guitar playing the initial tritone to a set of old material, with myself a half dozen heads from the front -- though eagle eyed observers spotted that there was at least a double of the lead vocal overdubbed. Sunday was wondrous, well, muddy, indeed there were rivers of the stuff. I enjoyed Amon Amarth, Electric Wizard, Gojira, and Iron Maiden showcased their new album, though not the really long song about the airship. It then stopped raining, though the adventures continued as the M1 was, in another mystery, closed.
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