Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Bloodstock – Saturday 13.08.2011 – Part 7 – Uburen



What the fuck is that noise? I thought. It sounded like a cross between doom and death metal, but somewhere along the splicing process something must have gone terribly wrong and created this fucking sinister sound. Their clothes suggested their was an SP Viking influence, but the song still hadn’t properly kicked in so I couldn’t give an accurate description of their style at that point – it just sounded very evil.
I edged forward to get a better look at the creators of this maddening, because without my glasses I am blind with distance, but with them I look like a dick, then I realized they were just a bunch of kids who looked about 16 or 17 years old. Very photogenic though, and legitimately looking like evil bastard kids that wouldn’t think twice about ripping your heart out before eating it.
Shit, I want my fucking camera, but I can’t take it back off SP, I’ve only just given it to him. I’ll stick around and see what they sound like, they probably can’t play anyway. I was WRONG! The song kicked in at a blistering pace, and those kids played as accurate, if not more accurate, than the bands on the main stage. Their heads viciously banged in circles like possessed demons as they played their ever complicated instrumental patterns, their hair dragging behind like Catherine wheels. Those supple necks won’t feel the effects of whiplash in the morning I jealously thought.
All the songs I heard were ace, constructed very intelligently, with flowing transitions between sections seamlessly joining very different contrasting music. It wasn’t just slow, then fast either. It was wicked, then evil, then brutal, then demonic, then thrashy, then black, and then back to brutal etc.
I urgently needed my camera. The crowd was soaking every second of it up, most of whom were just as gob smacked as me. Bloodstock were definitely taking a new band home with them, along with a new patch for their denim jacket, and illegal ideas of downloading. They were outstanding, and dare I say it, maybe even a little bit better than Bludvera, but it is probably unfair to compare two completely different styles of band.
I could sense their set drawing to a close, I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed some pictures. I couldn’t see any other photographers in attendance either, so there was a good chance of my pictures being used. I ran out of the tent just as Tarrot were finishing their last song; there was an outside chance that Simon had gone back to the meeting point where his uncle had set up his heavy metal deck chair. I sprinted over to the spot (to the surprise and semi disgust of the too cool for school metal kids), and to my delight, found Simon with the camera dangling from his neck out of use.

“Alright mate, is it alright if I borrow that for two minutes?”

“Ere, to be honest Evans, I’ve already got all the pictures I want of these lot. Take it”
“Nice one mate”

It felt like an RPG computer game moment, one when you receive an important weapon or new spell or something, allowing you to dominate the road to glory. I sprinted back to the New Blood tent slightly slower than I had from it, and considerably out of breath. I must have looked like a right dick.

            “Thank you BLOODSTOCK! This is our last song”

            I still had time. Now was my chance to photographically discover another new band. The results were sublime and are my favorite photos of the entire festival:

            http://www.flickr.com/photos/snap-your-neck/sets/72157627463770998/

            I can’t recommend this band enough, they are going to be huge. Look out for Uburen.

8.9/10


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