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I've been feeling a bit uninspired blog-wise recently, but since I've just done another "double whammy" on the music front I'll post about it...

A double whammy is two gigs on two consecutive nights. This time it was French metal band Gojira on the 13th March, followed by prog rock band Magenta on 14th March. Both were excellent.

Here's some Gojira for you.





And here's a bit of Magenta.

Unrestful Music

Some bands are worth the hassle and expense of travelling halfway across the country to see perform. And that's especially true for ones that haven't played live for several years. One of my favourite bands is Mithras, an extreme metal duo from Rugby. They've released three albums, but they've not toured for several years. So when an opportunity to see them play came up, I was determined to go. Even though it was in London.

They were actually appearing with eight other bands at "The Day of Unrest", the "Zero Tolerance All-Day Xmas Fest", at the Purple Turtle in Camden on Sunday 14 December. Zero Tolerance is a metal magazine published by Mithras' guitarist and his wife.



So I've been. And I survived. And Mithras were excellent live.

Myself and Calin caught the train down to London on the day and met up with Liam - who provided crash space (ta). Since Calin and I got into the venue early, we received Zero Tolerance goodie bags - a couple of CDs by obscure bands, stickers, posters, stuff like that. Ironically, I already owned one of the CDs in my goody bag. The Purple Turtle was a bit of a dump, but the staff were excellent - helpful and quick to serve.

Of the nine bands playing, Haxan were first up. They weren't bad, but I'll not be dashing out to buy the album. Let 'em Burn followed. Their singer was very entertaining, acting about and cracking jokes between songs. Nebukadnezza were quite good, and made a lot of noise considering there were only two of them. De Profundis I liked. Winterfylleth had their moments. Liam had appeared by this time, so we went out for a meal, and enjoyed some Thai food at a place near Camden Lock. Apparently various celebrities, including Mick Jagger and Jimmy Page, had eaten there. Back at the Purple Turtle, we caught the end of Infected Disarray's set, which meant we had missed Sarpanitum.

And then Mithras took the stage... And I knew it had been worth making the trip to see them. An almost constant barrage of blinding fast guitar work and 300 bpm drumming. I've no idea how they kept it up for their hour-long set. We were knackered afterwards, and that was from just watching them.

We stayed for ten minutes of Satori's set. But none of us likes drone all that much, so we left. And once we got to Liam's we spent a couple of hours playing Guitar Hero. Fortunately, the game doesn't feature any songs by Mithras...



Then it was up early the next morning to catch a train home. St Pancras railway station is pretty impressive now, but it's also freezing cold. It was the last time I was there, back in March.

On the train back, the bloke sitting next to me received a call on his mobile. Given his proximity, it was hard not to overhear his half of the conversation. And I was much amused to hear him rave about the gig he'd been to the day before... Coldplay at the O2 Arena.

Mud & Metal

I spent last weekend in a field in Derbyshire with several thousand other people. We were all there for one reason.

Metal.

The Bloodstock Open Air music festival takes place at Catton Hall in Derbyshire each year. It's considerably smaller than European ones such as Germany's Wacken or France's Hellfest. I don't know what the actual attendance at Bloodstock Open Air 2008 was, but I'd guess around 8,000 - 10,000 people. It was certainly higher than last year.

Much as I'd enjoyed Bloodstock Open Air 2007, I'd only planned to attend in 2008 if bands I liked were playing. So when Opeth signed up, it was hard to resist. Add in Swallow the Sun and Akercocke, and resistance was futile. I also quite fancied seeing the likes of Eluveitie, Týr, Moonsorrow, Soilwork (again), Napalm Death and At the Gates. The headlining acts on the Saturday and Sunday night - Dimmu Borgir and Nightwish - I was not so keen on.

Calin also wanted to do Bloodstock again. And this year, we were joined by Craig, another work colleague. So the three of us bought tickets, booked the days off work, and made our plans...

Friday 15 August at 10:30 a.m., and Craig turned up in his car. We headed off to pick up Calin (and his camping gear). The plan was to arrive at Catton Hall around midday - in time to get the tent pitched before the first performance.

Except this year, Bloodstock actually started at 10:00 a.m., not 4:00 p.m. Still, the first band I really wanted to see, Akercocke, weren't on until 2:55 p.m., so there was plenty of time...

Once Calin and his gear was aboard, we stopped off at Asda for beer, water, baby wipes and assorted other items. And then onto the M1.

Which is where it all started to go horribly wrong.

Craig had googled for Bloodstock's venue, and taken the postcode from Catton Hall's website to use in his GPS. The route it gave him struck us as odd, but it was the right distance so we didn't question it too much. We should have done. There are apparently two Catton Halls. One in Derbyshire - the location of Bloodstock. And one in Cheshire. Which is where we ended up.

So we didn't arrive at the Bloodstock until much later than planned. After Akercocke's set, in fact. Damn.

It didn't get better. There were a few other changes instituted this year. Such as, no parking the car near the tents. All vehicles had to stay in the designated car park, which was allegedly a "short distance" from the camping field. Lies. It was a good ten minute walk. Another new rule was a limit of one case of beer per person in the camping area over the entire weekend.

We arrived, carried the gear through two fields until we found somewhere to pitch the tent, put it up, had a can of beer, and then made our way to the arena. The increase in size was immediately obvious. Not only were there more clothing stalls and more food vendors, but also a funfair, with bumper cars and a couple of rides - the ones that are guaranteed to make you lose your lunch. Especially when you're drunk. There were also lots more people.

And lots more security. They were checking the bags and pockets of everyone entering the arena. Not for weapons. For beer. No cans or bottles were allowed in the arena. Fair enough - that could be a safety issue. But when the bouncers were turning back people who were carrying paper cups of beer purchased inside the arena earlier, it was clear it was really about forcing festival-goers to buy their drinks from the arena bars.

At £3.50 a pint.

And there was a 10p surcharge on the paper cups. But you could get this back at another stall. I thought this was quite a good idea - less litter, more environmentally friendly. Until I discovered the surcharge only applied to alcoholic drinks. There was no 10p refund on cups which had held soft drinks. Which made the whole thing mostly pointless.

Still, music festivals are about the, well, the music. We were there to see bands perform. I didn't get to see everyone but - with the exception of Akercocke and Týr (who had actually been on before Akercocke) - I did get to see everyone I had wanted to:

Friday. I caught the opening of Soulfly's set, but I'm not a fan so I left after a couple of songs. Helloween none of us bothered with. Power metal. Ugh. But, of course, we were back in front of the stage for Opeth. They're a favourite band, but that night they were disappointing. I've seen them twice before and both times they were excellent. However, the sound wasn't good at Bloodstock, and the set was too laid back.

Saturday. Eluveitie were entertaining. It's not every day you see a metal band with a member who plays a hurdy gurdy. Unfortunately, there were a lot of people carrying around flags at the festival, and they often got in the way and blocked the view of the stage. Swallow the Sun, who followed Eluveitie, were good. The sound could have been better, but I plan to buy their new album (released later this month). I saw the start of Napalm Death's set, but they're a bit too frantic for me - I prefer some music with my noise. Craig and Calin stayed; and said afterwards that the set had been very good. With lots of insane moshing. I watched bits of Soilwork, and they sounded pretty much as they had done when I saw them at Rock City late last year. I was in the arena when Dimmu Borgir played, but I avoided the stage. I couldn't hear them, but I saw all the pyrotechnics. That suited me fine: I'd seen them the year before at Rock City - well, I'd caught one song of theirs there. It was enough to tell me I didn't like them. The audience looked to be the biggest yet, though. But then, they were one of the headliners. I also managed to catch a couple of bands in the Scuzz tent. One or two of them weren't bad.

Speaking of flags, Calin bought a Romanian flag (since he is, after all, Romanian), and carried it around all Saturday. Later that morning, he was approached by a bloke who was also Romanian. He was at Bloodstock with a group from Scruffy Murphy's, a well-known rock pub in Birmingham. We spent much of the weekend in the company of Cornell and Semina, the two Romanians in the group. Unhappily, the flag was stolen from outside our tent while we were asleep on Saturday night.

Throughout the weekend I saw flags from a number of countries, among them Sweden, Finland, Norway, Russia, Netherlands, Germany, Israel, Australia... and one I couldn't identify. I asked and learned it was Slovenia. Oh, and lots of Union Jacks, of course.

Sunday. The three of us plus Cornell and Semina went for lunch at the White Swan in Walton on Trent, and very nice it was too. There were two bands on at 1:00 p.m. we wanted to see - Alestorm on the main stage, and Serotonal in the Scuzz tent. We managed to make it back, albeit ten minutes late. Serotonal were excellent. They finished before Alestorm, so I also caught the end of the pirate metallers' set. The five of us then hung around the arena for a bit until the next band appeared...

It was bad enough the fairground rides pumping out Tina Turner and Bon Jovi, and drowning out the stage in some areas of the arena; but there was also a DJ blasting out commercial metal to advertise Monster energy drink. They had a couple of armoured cars - no, I've no idea why; and a "Ball of Steel". This last was some twelve or fifteen feet in diameter, and at regular intervals three blokes on small motorcycles would do a Wheel of Death-type act inside. And every time they did it, the announcer's patter was identical. Even the "ad lib" joshing during which the DJ "persuaded" the announcer to stand inside the ball while the motorbikes whizzed around him was word-for-word the same.

Then it was time for Kataklysm. They're not a band I know, even though they play the sort of no-frills death metal I will happily listen to. I don't know what it was, but everything seemed to come together right for them. The sun shone, and the wind dropped. The sound was excellent. The crowd were in the right mood, too. Before the band appeared, a group of moshers had been entertaining us - one of whom was in a kilt, and happy to demonstrate exactly what he was wearing underneath. Or wasn't. These moshers had also tried human pyramids, but kept on falling down. Then they did high-speed Ring a Ring o'Roses, which resulted in most of them being flung at speed into the surrounding crowd like bowling balls...

Kataklysm definitely gave the set of the weekend. Nothing afterwards came close. We missed As I Lay Dying and Overkill. And had fun on the bumper cars while we waited for At the Gates to appear on stage (they were good, but I'm not a big fan). Last act of the night, and clearly the most popular of the festival, was Nightwish. Another band I don't particularly like. The pyrotechnics were impressive; the music less so.

Of course, no music festival in the UK is complete without a downpour. Bloodstock Open Air 2008 was no exception. Friday was glorious, but torrential rain had been forecast for the Saturday. In the event, it didn't rain until late that day, and it wasn't as heavy as promised. It rained for most of Sunday. The camp site turned into a quagmire - although happily not where our tent was pitched. A lot of our stuff got wet, however; and we still ended up muddy.

And, of course, no report on a music festival in the UK is complete without mention of the chemical toilets. I'd been suffering from a bad stomach the week before, which had me worried. The combination of that and portaloos did not bear contemplating. But on the Thursday, I discovered that the Bovril I'd been eating each day was from a contaminated batch. I stopped eating the Bovril, and my stomach immediately recovered. And yet, the toilets at Bloodstock... were actually better than the previous year. They smelled, yes; and when they filled up they were stomach-churning. But they stayed clean, and they were emptied regularly. Of course, there weren't enough. There never is.

Bloodstock Open Air 2008 was bigger and more commercial than 2007. That was both good and bad. I didn't see as many bands I liked as last year, but the selection was better. And some I watched proved to be good. There was also more of a festival atmosphere. But the beer was expensive and the security was intrusive. If they want people to buy beer in the arena and not sneak in cans, they should sell it at a reasonable price - like £2 a pint. Mind you, it's not as if music festivals are about music. They're about money. Hence the expensive beer, the expensive burgers (£5!), the expensive jacket potatoes (£4!), and the annoying Monster energy drink marketing. Ironically, the CDs on sale were mostly cheaper than on the high street.

Will I go in 2009? Probably. And almost certainly if the line-up is good. A festival is pretty much the only chance I get to see bands which don't tour the UK, such as Swallow the Sun or Eluveitie. There are certainly plenty I'd like to see, but haven't done so yet. And just as many I'd happily see again.

Musical Interlude (sort of)

Some times I have to remind myself just how good Dark Tranquillity really are. So here's one of their songs. Sort of.

Så får vi önska våra lyssnare, god natt och tack för i dag

I saw one of my favourite bands perform live last night, Dark Tranquillity. It's the fourth time I've seen them, and I've no intention of it being the last. This time it was the official tour for their latest album, Fiction (I picked it as one of my best albums of the year - see here). Um, we've had Fiction, and before that Character... What's next? Plot? Info-dump?

Anyway, while the set obviously focused on material from the new album, they did play songs from earlier releases. Including, for the first time for me, a track from Projector, 'ThereIn'. They also played a song from their 1995 album, The Gallery. I don't know of many bands who will happily play old material, and introduce it with "this is what we sounded like ten years ago".

Anyway, here's a video from Dark Tranquillity's Youtube page for you to enjoy. Or not.

Stars on 45

I have a strange fondness for extreme metal cover versions of popular songs. Sometimes they work really well; sometimes, you wonder what the cover artist was thinking when they recorded the song.

Here's one I like: it's Led Zeppelin's 'Kashmir' by a Czech band called Silent Stream of Godless Elegy. They play doom metal influenced by Moravian folk music and deserve a wider audience.

Survivor's 'Eye of the Tiger' by Withering, on the other hand, is not so good. A rock anthem with growl vocals just sounds, well, silly. I should point out that Withering, a death/doom metal band from Finland, are actually pretty good. They're not unlike Insomnium, a favourite band of mine. (I've seen Insomnium live twice, and they were excellent on both occasions.)