
Day three at Bloodstock, and as the sun rises over a field strewn with crushed beer cups, burger wrappers and more wasps than is strictly necessary, dull as dishwater British metallers Beholder take to the stage. It’s not that they are bad – per say, but they have nothing amazing in their arsenal either. And following a poe faced, preachy bit of between songĀ rabble rousing that utterly failed to get roused rabble from me, I decided that buying a beer and a burger was the thing to do…
Bloodstock Open Air – Day 3
0 CommentsMiike Snow
0 CommentsThe name conjures up images of drippy hippy nu-folk, but a quick look behind the white facepaint and hoody image reveals an uber-producer collective happily flashing a darker electro edge than it’s participants previous involvement with Madonna and Britney ever hinted at.
Newsgush: Bob Dylan To Voice Satnavs
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Talking on his radio show crinkly crooner Bob Dylan has revealed he may be coming to a Tom Tom near you…
I am talking to a couple of car companies about being the voice of their GPS system. I think it would be good if you are looking for directions and hear my voice saying something like, ‘Left at the next street, no a right. You know what? Just go straight’”
Bloodstock Open Air Review – Day 2
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Day two at Bloodstock and we’re up early, either avoiding a hangover by magic, or still quite drunk. Unfortunately this means we have the displeasure of catching Uncle Rotter’s set. Frankly an embaressment to metal. Featuring song titles designed to shock, but only resulting in disappointed facepalms from the early risers – Uncle Rotter’s ‘*ugh* ‘Disco Metal’ brings the first wave of sickness in the morning.

