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The gathering of the clans. The coming together of the tribes. The massive drinkathon in the East Midlands. Whatever you call it, Donington has been at the very heart of loud music since the heady days of The Monsters Of Rock days from as long ago as the late 70s. Every band who could possibly have the word heavy associated with them have graced at least one of the stages in the spiritual home of all that is heavy. And it’s still bloody amazing. Over the following pages is an attempt to capture a tiny essence of what for many has become a quasi religious annual pilgrimage up the M1. Shitty, pissed up iPhone piccies. Blurred, pixellated, fucked up and often rubbish, I just want this to be an honest, heartfelt documentation of a fucking amazing weekend. We’ve all seen the pro pics. All clean, sharp, from the golden D or front row. This is from the pit. Right among the stupid hat wearing,cider-soused, skunk-smoking, unwashed, honest, loveable smelly bastards. Enjoy.
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krokodil, maverick stage friday
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The sun is shining. You ‘eard. The first morning at any festival is always pretty damned special. But Donington in the sun, with a belly full of festival food and a fair dose of chilled suds; things, my friends don’t get much finer. The first band to pull me away from my intra-venous supply of cider are the doomy, sludgy, hairy-bollocked latter day ‘super group’ Krokodil - assembled from the sock drawer of Sikth, Gallows, A, Slipknot and a heap of others, And what a grand start to the weekend. Heavier than a blue whale’s full on tumescent schlong, they power through a dirty, heavy, riff-laden assault on humanity with vocalist Simon Wright on the toppest of top form considering the early start. His vocal range is simply spectacular. Rectum-rogering lows, astringent and razor-sharp highs and a scream to stop a zombie apocalypse. What a filthy, wonderful start. Splendid.
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defeater, maverick stage friday
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defeater Only the third act in, but it’s already becoming apparent that I ain’t going to be shifting my lardy, jager-spiked arse far from the impressive blue circus big top that is the Maverick stage. Following hot on the heels of Krokodil and the amazing Gnarwolves are the wonderful story tellers and melodic hardcore darlings Defeater. A mercifully fit and healthy Derek Archambault seems to have recovered from his pledgefunded hip operation and from the magnificent opener Bastards, leads his fellow stateside troubadours through a wonderful, engaging
and powerful set. Full of passion, emotion, power and heart, a beautifully balanced collection of provocative and profound narrations beguile and bewitch the huge crowd. There are stirring sing-backs, surfing, fist pumps and the odd chin rubbing moment of contemplation. The shiverinducing Dear Father is a particular highlight and is augmented by the arrival of Beartooth’s Caleb Shomo. As the set closes, a genuinely moved Archambault thanks the adoring Donington crowd. The pleasure sir, is all ours.
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american fangs Well, looky here. The first one of those, well, I don’t know who they are, but ‘didn’t they tour with Papa Roach’ we should check them out moments. Yup, never heard of American Fangs. But on the strength of this astonishing half an hour of soul, sass, spirit and sweat, many, many more will have heard of them before too long. A blistering and vibrant mash up of pop rock, soul, southern rock (but mercifully only a microscopically vestigial trace - no cowboy boots or bootlace ties here - thank the Lord!) absolutely destroys the small but reasonably populated Jake’s stage.
Led from the front by the captivating, engaging and sprightly Gabriel Cavazos, the Texan five piece produce a slick, sizzling and smile-inducing brand of tuneful, soulful rock and roll that’s so infectious, it makes Ebola seem like a minor ball itch. We need American Fangs over here more. Those intrepid Yanks may no longer bring chocolate and nylons to steal our women. But if they’re all like this, they can steal whatever the fuck they want to. Astonishing. An absolute gem unearthed so soon into the weekend. This is shaping up to be a truly monumental and unforgettable Donington.
8.5
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clutch, main stage, friday
lesser- known acts and a trip to the main stage for some
good time boy medicine. And those oily rags Clutch, dish
7.5 out all manner of boogie snake oil from the back of their
jacked-up Ford. Uplifting, grin-making, unreconstructed
blue collar brilliance. With growls, woo-hoo-hoos and the
smell of diesel-doused denim that’s been washed in bourbon
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the one hundred, jake’s stage, friday
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Yup there’s hype. Yup there’s noise. But, are The One Hundred worthy of the column inches and pixel pages? Well, on tonight’s performance; well and truly. An absolutely replete Jake’s stage is totally brutalised and enchanted in equal measure with an unholy mix of smart lyrical flow, spitting UK rap, gut rumbling lows and screams and a down-tuned djenty undercarriage. Snarling, diminutive firecracker front man Jacob Field cajoles, implores,orders and controls the heaving mass of bouncing bodies throughout a totally mesmerising and original bill of fare. Absolutely fucking delicious.
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Saturday lunchtime. Mud. Hangovers. Rain. It takes some balls, neck, nerve and talent to be able to conquer all those distractions and get a sizeable, damp main stage crowd grinning and getting involved. But the affable and spirited fenland five piece rise above all those imposters and crack out a mighty set of big-boned pop rock that gets heads bobbing, toes tapping (well squelching) and hearts racing. A creditable and hearty performance to get things rolling on day two. Two years ago, I saw this bunch in little more than a scout hut in Islington. They’ve come a long way. In a short time. Something that’s not lost on a damp but genuinely humbled Mikey Chapman as he thanks the huge crowd. Get used to it laddie.
hands like houses, maverick stage, saturday
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sparsely populated list. There’s poppy energy but with hairy, grizzly guitars. A smattering
of aggression to sit alongside the schmoove creamy tunefulness and fruity
hooks. In short, it’s bloody tasty and eminently scoffable stuff. They’d
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I’ve foolishly sidestepped Northlane for far too long. Definitely aware of them, but my ill-formed pre-conceptions that they’d be another Parkway Drive couldn’t have been wider of the mark. The boys from Sydney absolutely lay waste to the Maverick stage this afternoon. Not with bludgeoning metal spiked with ubiquitous growls and sub drops, but with a fiendishly and brilliantly cleverly mixed cocktail of prog, djent, pop, metal, deathcore and just about every genre or sub genre you could imagine. And some you couldn’t. And the result is nothing short of astonishing. I must have been living under a huge rock to have missed out on these boys. There are moments of TesseracT, Karnivool, Mastodon, Deftones, Tool, Fall of Troy and a multitude of others. But that’s largely erroneous, the sound is, well, Northlane. And it’s nigh on genius. Bloody marvellous.
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a day to remember, main stage, saturday
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve nothing against ADTR. Nothing at all. They mix up genres neatly. Put on great shows. Write school bus loads of catchy teen-friendly bangers. And are never afraid to experiment, push boundaries or fuck with stuff. But I get this overriding feeling they’ve been, well, a bit lucky. There are so many other deserving bands in or around the space that ADTR live in, but it’s only this lot who seemed to have cracked it. Nevertheless, a heaving main stage doesn’t seem to give a flying skunk’s shitter about luck or otherwise. Mr McKinnon leads his band of pop punky metal-infused miscreants through a crowd-pleasing collection of all the big ones. And every single person seems to love it. Which is lucky. There’s pyro, acoustic cover snatches, huge bowel-loosening bass drops and a bunch of unadulterated fun. You know
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bodycount, maverick stage, saturday
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andrew wk, maverick stage, saturday
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9 Saturday night is party night? Right? Well, if you’re going to party on any night, but especially on a Saturday, there’s only one guest you need. And tonight Mr Andrew WK is in the freakin’ house. And from the first note to the last, there’s an irresistible and infectious party mood sweeping the sardine-packed tent. Seldom does a gig pick up the pace so quickly and then maintain it throughout. Unfuckingrelentingly! There’s no respite. Every song is about partying, women or fun. Or all three. And party is what we do.Underneath the shitty t-shirt and greasy mop there’s actually a dazzlingly sharp mind and a bloody accomplished musician. And tonight, the sweaty, ripped, greased up, white-clad bastard bag of pizza takes several thousand sweaty, greased up bastards on the party ride to end all party rides. There’s a pizza guitar. A sing along to a Christmas Carol. In June! More party than Tommy Lee’s septum. And a 7 foot fox. And by the time Party Hard has wrung the last microlitre of sweat and energy from every pore on every twitching and satiated square inch of flesh there is not one face that hasn’t cracked from smiling. This man is the embodiment of party. The Party Lord. And we love him.
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DARK. BLEAK.HEAVY. ODD.QUIRKY. GLOOMY. CHALLENGING. HARD. BLACK.STRONG. INTENSE. MURDEROUS. WHIMSICAL. FRIGHTENING. GUTTERAL. VISCERAL. UNCOMFORTABLE. MAD. ANGRY. VIOLENT. BALANCED. WEIRD. STONER. FIERCE, ORIGINAL. CONFRONTATIONAL. AGGRESSIVE. DIRTY. SCARY. BOLD. DIFFERENT. THE. DYSTOPIAN. FUTURE. IS. CODE. ORANGE.
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As a couple of footnotes This whole thing is for fun only. No money changes hands. No industry types are involved (even my mates). My ratings are obviously purely personal and in the case of festivals they’re going to be naturally quite high as it’s the bands and acts I actually want to go and see that I generally do go and see. So I’m kind of biased. Not that that’s really that important. This is meant to be nothing more than the view of the festival through the very pissed eyes of one individual. No payment, payola, favours, corporate or record company money is involved. It’s a hobby. So if you disagree with some of my (or all of my opinions) then that’s cool. The pictures are all shot from my iPhone and then tinkered and tidied up a bit in photoshop. They’re not clean, anodyne, perfectly focused, framed or metered. Most of them are taken while moshing, usually pissed and often with one hand while trying to avoid spiling my pint. They’re not hi-resolution as you can tell, but feel free to nick any of them you want and re-use or repurpose. As I say, they’re shit quality but they are copyleft (copyright free). I obviously have no image rights ownership or an image rights lawyer. If I have goofed up and broken any laws, then sorry. Don’t send me to jail where I’ll get anally fisted by a big bloke called Jeremy in E wing. That would be bad. Just let me know and I’ll do my best to delete or credit the artists etc. As I say, this is all for fun. It’s all for free. feel free to share, quote, steal or re-use anything from here. I won’t hassle you. Promise. And that’s about it. Donington was a blast. if you weren’t lucky enough to be there, then just maybe some of the images and word farts in this book thing go some way to convey just how bloody special it was. I bloody love live music. Cheers, Bwoooar.
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