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 song 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…
