5 BLOODStock 2019 Do’s
By Stewart Lucas
Bloodstock is a four day festival. Most people get there first thing Thursday (though officially gates don't open till midday). By early afternoon, the campsites are a throbbing metropolis of canvas. They have had bands on Thursday for over ten years but they have slowly grown in size and stature. This year we have the mighty Rotting Christ. In fact, there is a whole undercard starting from 6.00pm so there is no excuse not to to book that extra day off work to savour the utter joyful stupidity of Footprints In The Custard.
You literally can fall from the main stage into the New Blood tent. So as you wait around for them to wheel Cancer Bats gear on stage, you can cure your boredom by checking out whoever is on in there. See it as Heavy Metal russian roulette. You may fall upon the next big stadium kings or the underground band that all the cool kids will be going on about. See it as Schrödinger’s stage, you are never truly sure whether a band is good or bad until you have stuck your head around the canvas opening. To be honest, in the vast majority of cases, they will be very good indeed as this is the cream of the crop of what the British (and European) scene has to offer. Every band you see on the New Blood stage have had to fight for that berth through round after round of the Metal 2 The Masses. This is not mate of a mate bullshit, the bands here have paid for their slot in blood, sweat and Jager. So, you really owe it to them to check a few.
Bloodstock is an independent venture which isn’t bankrolled by big faceless corporate entities. Also, the vast majority of bands who play the festival exist on a hand to mouth basis, even some of the headliners. Basically since we lot stopped buying records, the only way bands can make money is to flog us t-shirts with their names on it. So if you like a band over the weekend, especially if it's a new one, go buy one of their shirts. While you are at it, buy a bloodstock one as well as the festival independence depends on it.
Aside from my mate Chris, Bloodstock prides itself on not attracting dickheads. The people in the blue tent to your left and or the slightly rickety one on the right are likely to be sound guys and gals who will share their beer and sun cream. The likelihood is by Saturday you will conversing like you have known them all your life. I have a bunch of close friends I only see at Bloodstock, I met most of them because I tripped over their guide ropes. I consider a number of them amongst my best mates (including the aforementioned Chris), so go on, speak to the guy in the Amorphis t-shirt, they may be your Chris, Ed, Ali (both), Debbie, Ben, Georgia, Gary, Kat, Pete or Nova.
Our campsite has grown from three pissed Scotsmen and little old me in 2010 to nearly forty random people. I provide breakfast each morning and quite happily throw another sausage at the pan, so come and join us, say ROCKFLESH sent you. We are in Midgard, on the left, past posh wash and adjacent to the taps. Follow the sound of pissed scots.
Photos 1,2,3,5 : Credit unknown
Photo 4 : Johann Wierzbicki