Saturday: I think my stomach has gotten smaller since Reading, I tried skipping a few meals because I didn't want to use the campsite toilets as much and now I can't eat the same amount of food I used to without feeling uncomfortable. Got the bus to Chatham and a return ticket to Dartford. One of the Victoria trains was cancelled "due to an assult on a member of staff at Faversham" yikes. As I was walking down to The Phoenix I saw loads of Hell's Angels outside smoking, I wouldn't mind if there was a local Hell's Angels chapter, it would mean less hassle from Chavs but I did see one guy wearing a Skrewdriver shirt.
Mantra: Really good, like Floodgate and mid nineties Corrosion Of Conformity.
Subliminal Fear: Like a thrashier Crowbar. Got shit for being Northern and they gave it right back "Do you have the internet down hereor hasn't it reached this far down South? Do you have computersdo you have pigeons? Right, well you get a pigeon and say to it 'Motherfucker, take me to myspace.com/whiskey666'"
Next was some awful Power Metal band, Orange Goblin had set up a merch stall, got there new album/live DVD for twelve quid. I decided awhile ago I wouldn't spend more than ten pounds on a CD (unless I really wanted it) but I don't mind paying more than I should at a show as I know that money goes directly to the band and will help them buy food and petrol to their next show.
Sons Of Merrick: Punky Stoner Rock, like a cross between Scissorfight and Alabama Thunderpussy. While I thought the bands before were just good, this was something I'd actually want to buy.
Orange Goblin: I was worrying about the last train home thinking "there must be one after midnight" I just saw one after half eleven on the timetable and thought I'd have to leave early for that, then I peeked at the set list and saw The Man Who Invented Time was second to last and went "fuck it, worst comes to the worst I can call Dad and get him to pick me up. They rocked like fucking bastards as usual, after they did The Man Who Invented Time I started to walk off as they did a cover of No Class by Motrhead.
Got to Dartford station eight minutes early for a train to Gillingham, I could have stayed for the Motrhead cover, oh well, no point crying over spilt milk, it's not like I haven't seen them do it before. Got off at Chatham, went down to the kebab shop for chips then got in a taxi driven by a dozy twat who looked like an Asian version of Woody Allen.
Sunday: I paid for a weekend ticket so I could go back the second day. Got there just in time for Denounce's set
"This song goes out to all the bands that played today, all the bands that played yesterday, all the bands that played ever" "except the Emo bands" cried someone in the crowd "No let the Emo's have their fun, that gives us someone to beat up in kebab shopsyou've spent a hundred pounds on you're hair, I've got beer money." They got joined by the singer from Dawn Of Chaos on Bloodied Congregation
"He's a fucking Money Hanger and he knows it." They ended with Hollow Solvent Solitude "This song made us famous in Bexleyheath for ten minutes" they explained that they went to a party and the singer pissed in the guys fish tank and killed all his fish "But he recognised me, that's the main thing" "and he called me Jesus" added Dayve.
Dawn Of Chaos: I've gotten bored with Death Metal in the last few years so I couldn't really get into their set, lots of calls of "Monkey Hangers" as they are from Hartlepool. "There is a plague that has tight jeans, a comb over and calls itself Death Metal. We say 'FUCK OFF YOU AIN'T DEATH METAL'" and that's how the chorus to the next song they played went. They did a Cannibal Corpse cover, they played You Suffer by Napalm Death twice "to see if we can do it any faster" a Meshuggah cover and for their last song they got a wall of death consisting of five people "more like a fence of death."
Black River Project: Boring but honest pub Metal, like a more bearable Reasonable Doubt.
The Inbreds: A drunken shambles, as per usual, but an entertaining drunken shambles, as per usual. During the last song some guy got naked and ran around the pit, I was in a corner next to the PA, he came up to me and started to pull me out, I thought he was trying to get me out in the pit with him so I told him to fuck off, but he actually wanted to get up the wall behind me. Once up on the wall an angry Hell's Angel squirted him with Ketchup from the barbeque, then chucked him beer over him once he'd gotten down from the wall.
Raging Speedhorn: The crowd had noticeably dwindled after The Inbreds, amazingly they upstaged the main band. They played a mixture of songs from the first two albums and the up coming one, nothing from How The Great Have Fallen, it seems even they want to forget they made that album. They finished with The Hate Song and didn't do an encore, I think they were pissed off with the lack of response they got.
Show ended early so I had some time before my train. Went into Dartford High Street, found a Chinese/Fish and Chips shop and got a big load of greasy thick cut chips I could barely finish for one pound thirty (you don't get that much for one seventy at the kebab shop across from the Tap), and they let you put on your own vinegar, I'm loving Dartford so far, it cheaper to get to than London, if they put on more shows like this I'm definitely coming back. Went to Dartford station and watched the police talk to a drunk guy wandering around bleeding from his face. Got off the train at Strood and walked home.
Mantra: Really good, like Floodgate and mid nineties Corrosion Of Conformity.
Subliminal Fear: Like a thrashier Crowbar. Got shit for being Northern and they gave it right back "Do you have the internet down hereor hasn't it reached this far down South? Do you have computersdo you have pigeons? Right, well you get a pigeon and say to it 'Motherfucker, take me to myspace.com/whiskey666'"
Next was some awful Power Metal band, Orange Goblin had set up a merch stall, got there new album/live DVD for twelve quid. I decided awhile ago I wouldn't spend more than ten pounds on a CD (unless I really wanted it) but I don't mind paying more than I should at a show as I know that money goes directly to the band and will help them buy food and petrol to their next show.
Sons Of Merrick: Punky Stoner Rock, like a cross between Scissorfight and Alabama Thunderpussy. While I thought the bands before were just good, this was something I'd actually want to buy.
Orange Goblin: I was worrying about the last train home thinking "there must be one after midnight" I just saw one after half eleven on the timetable and thought I'd have to leave early for that, then I peeked at the set list and saw The Man Who Invented Time was second to last and went "fuck it, worst comes to the worst I can call Dad and get him to pick me up. They rocked like fucking bastards as usual, after they did The Man Who Invented Time I started to walk off as they did a cover of No Class by Motrhead.
Got to Dartford station eight minutes early for a train to Gillingham, I could have stayed for the Motrhead cover, oh well, no point crying over spilt milk, it's not like I haven't seen them do it before. Got off at Chatham, went down to the kebab shop for chips then got in a taxi driven by a dozy twat who looked like an Asian version of Woody Allen.
Sunday: I paid for a weekend ticket so I could go back the second day. Got there just in time for Denounce's set
"This song goes out to all the bands that played today, all the bands that played yesterday, all the bands that played ever" "except the Emo bands" cried someone in the crowd "No let the Emo's have their fun, that gives us someone to beat up in kebab shopsyou've spent a hundred pounds on you're hair, I've got beer money." They got joined by the singer from Dawn Of Chaos on Bloodied Congregation
"He's a fucking Money Hanger and he knows it." They ended with Hollow Solvent Solitude "This song made us famous in Bexleyheath for ten minutes" they explained that they went to a party and the singer pissed in the guys fish tank and killed all his fish "But he recognised me, that's the main thing" "and he called me Jesus" added Dayve.
Dawn Of Chaos: I've gotten bored with Death Metal in the last few years so I couldn't really get into their set, lots of calls of "Monkey Hangers" as they are from Hartlepool. "There is a plague that has tight jeans, a comb over and calls itself Death Metal. We say 'FUCK OFF YOU AIN'T DEATH METAL'" and that's how the chorus to the next song they played went. They did a Cannibal Corpse cover, they played You Suffer by Napalm Death twice "to see if we can do it any faster" a Meshuggah cover and for their last song they got a wall of death consisting of five people "more like a fence of death."
Black River Project: Boring but honest pub Metal, like a more bearable Reasonable Doubt.
The Inbreds: A drunken shambles, as per usual, but an entertaining drunken shambles, as per usual. During the last song some guy got naked and ran around the pit, I was in a corner next to the PA, he came up to me and started to pull me out, I thought he was trying to get me out in the pit with him so I told him to fuck off, but he actually wanted to get up the wall behind me. Once up on the wall an angry Hell's Angel squirted him with Ketchup from the barbeque, then chucked him beer over him once he'd gotten down from the wall.
Raging Speedhorn: The crowd had noticeably dwindled after The Inbreds, amazingly they upstaged the main band. They played a mixture of songs from the first two albums and the up coming one, nothing from How The Great Have Fallen, it seems even they want to forget they made that album. They finished with The Hate Song and didn't do an encore, I think they were pissed off with the lack of response they got.
Show ended early so I had some time before my train. Went into Dartford High Street, found a Chinese/Fish and Chips shop and got a big load of greasy thick cut chips I could barely finish for one pound thirty (you don't get that much for one seventy at the kebab shop across from the Tap), and they let you put on your own vinegar, I'm loving Dartford so far, it cheaper to get to than London, if they put on more shows like this I'm definitely coming back. Went to Dartford station and watched the police talk to a drunk guy wandering around bleeding from his face. Got off the train at Strood and walked home.
And i likee Raging speedhorn!!!!!!!!!!