Download Festival 2016: Rammstein, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Skindred, Electric Wizard & more

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Photo credit Download Festival 2016- Jen O’Neill

Sniffling, shivering and sneezing Getintothis’ Vicky Pea and Jay King have had just about enough of Download now… or have they? 

Forgive our pomp for a moment, but at this point we consider ourselves Download veterans. We remember the old days when a June date at Donington would be the hottest weekend of the year and you could spend the whole duration in flip flops and you’re biggest worry was what your dickhead mate might write in sun-cream on your back.

This weekend, for the second year in a row, we arrived to glorious sunshine, after a quick tinny in the car park we loaded up our bodies, you know the deal. Big backpack with all sorts tied to it on your back, smaller backpack round your front like some pregnant metal head ready to welcome your bundle of alcoholic joy to the world and a bag in each hand before setting off on our (thanks to guest passes) much shorter journey to our designated camp site. In the beating sun it didn’t take long for the sweating, swearing and heaving to begin. And yet no sooner than we pulled the zip back on the tent bag it started to lash it down. And it didn’t stop.

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The sky clears, briefly, for Baby Metal – Photo credit Download Festival 2016 and Jen O’Neill

After an attempt at the speed pitching world record failed miserably thanks to a wrong-pole in a wrong-hole mishap we donned our “waterproofs” and made our way into the main arena to start our weekend in the only manner than seemed fit, with Japanese superstars Baby Metal. The walk to the arena was quite simply ridiculous, within a couple of minutes our “waterproofs” were redundant. People took to hiding in hedges and the rain was deemed so heavy that Baby Metal’s set was delayed until a brief gap in the downpour allowed them to take to the main stage for their set of choreographed theatrics. It didn’t bode well and considering we only returned from holiday late the previous night where we had been reliably informed that the UK had been suffering from glorious weather, was a shock and a half to our freshly tanned systems.

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The Wildhearts – Photo credit Download Festival 2016 & Kennerdeigh Scott

Due to what we will now uniformly refer to as ‘the fucking weather‘ the Maverick Stage, beneath its large blue tent, became a regular haunt for us over the three days. Not just because of the cover it provided, but because it had a pretty stella line up too, by far the strongest of the stages. Our weekend in the tent started with The Wildhearts who after 27 years stood by their mixture of pop punky rock and got us, still some what reservedly, enjoying ourselves! They have no lack of fans going from the sheer quantity of WH t-shirts on show and the volume of the cheers that greet each song, perhaps even to the surprise of the band themselves as during one of the days rare sunny moments Ginger declares “It’s dry outside, and you’re all still in here, that must mean you like us!” 

Former Gallows man Frank Carter put on a self assured display declaring himself and his Rattlesnakes your new favourite band, it’s a departure from the Gallows but not without its appeal and lyrics take centre stage and more emotionally engaging than previous projects.

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Somewhat strangely, despite putting on the most visual performance of the weekend, there is no photographic evidence (except that captured on phones) of Rammstein’s headline set to share with you. Perhaps to not spoilt it for future attendees, if that’s the case, fair enough, as the impact of their stage craft is nothing short of jaw dropping.

Their performance is like an arsenal forged from an industrial wasteland. Some of the casual crowd struggle with the language barrier in their ignorance but the truth is you don’t need to understand what they are saying to be blown away. Till Lindemann is enthralling throughout and you can barely take your eyes off him. They flirt with the right wing long enough add danger to their performance, but not enough to ever say they promoted such values. Some would simply define their use of pyrotechnics and fire as a gimmick or distraction, how wrong they are. These elements are integral parts of their act, like a 7th band member. It’s used more sparingly tonight in comparison from when we’ve seen them before but still stunning, culminating in Till raising from the stage as an iron angel. They are truly dedicated to their performance tonight with noticeable personal sacrifices as some of the members leave the stage burnt, bruised, bleeding and broken.

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Lawnmower Death & Kim Wilde – Photo credit Download Festival 2016 & Ben Gibson

Lawnmower Deth (think Metal’s version of Colonel Mustard) bought their bag of toys, two minute tunes, evil clowns, dancing rabbits and… Kim Wilde to the Maverick Stage. That’s right. After four years of promising, and lying about, a guest appearance, Kim fucking Wilde joins the band on stage for a song about your Nan and a rush though the classic Kids In America. It’s brilliant tongue in cheek fun from the trash metal parody icons.

Our hands down highlight (or should that be hands high highlight) of the weekend came from Newport’s finest Skindred. The first time we’ve seen the band and it’s no surprise that the outfit have picked up Best Live Act gongs in the past. Benji Webbe is one of the most endearing and charismatic front men going (like a metal Tom Jones) and has the crowd in the palm of his hand. Their set of original hits, new material, samples, top crowd bantz and mini covers (plus a brief tribute to Prince, Bowie and Lemmy – who was dearly missed and celebrated all weekend long) is entirely enjoyable and ends with the famous Newport Helicopter, rain be damned. The band walk off to Nobody Does It Better – and rightly so.
Photo credit Download Festival and Ross Silcocks

Skindred 0 Photo credit Download Festival 2016 and Ross Silcocks

KoRn, now with Head intact, went full on greatest hits for their afternoon outing. A nu metal sing along to all your favourite tracks that you never ever play anymore because it’s a little bit embarrassing, but here it’s all fine. It’s little more than a trip down memory lane, or competition with your mates over who can remember most of the words or do the ol’ trademark Jonathan Davies’ growling beatbox. There were similar stories across the weekend with Alien Ant Farm and Disturbed following suit and bending to the will of the fans to deliver their hits from years gone by.

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Ozzy – Photo credit Download Festival 2016 and Ben Gibson

Despite being advertised as their last ever Donington date and with much of the crowd under the belief that this could be the last chance they had to see the band without travelling overseas, Black Sabbath failed to rise to the occasion. It certainly didn’t feel like the last of anything, just another night, another set and another date ticked off the tour. Going someway to explain this could be the fact that no sooner than coming off stage news spread that the band had announced an extension to their The End tour which would now include a handful of UK dates in 2017. A dampener for many, especially those who had purchased day tickets to catch one last glimpse of the mighty Sabbath.

The set list was fine, peppered with classics new and old, as was the overall performance but something was missing, something we think we’re going to blame the rain for. We cant speak for everyone but after 10 hours in the rain our spirits were as damp as our bodies and no matter how much we’d love to raise our arms or scream every time Ozzy demanded it, we just didn’t have the energy, and this seemed to be the case for large portions of the crowd. Yes, we could clap and throw the horns up, but then all the water rolls up our sleeves and we can’t be arsed, so sorry Oz, but I’ll save the clapping for indoors now that you’ll be visiting again next year. To be fair, this was actually the only occasion across the weekend that we felt ‘the fucking weather’ had a detrimental impact on the atmosphere of the event. Which in retrospect is pretty good going.

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Electric Wizard – Photo credit Download Festival 2016 and Derek Bremmer

We have a great deal of love for Electric Wizard but with a set time just stretching over 30 minutes, it’s barely a warm up. Having seen them at the Ritz not too long ago the band jam in and out of songs but here they are forced to make clean cuts between their biggest hits. Still, the crowd lap up what they can, with heads in sync to the heavy grooves under a trademark cloud of weed that appears without fail whenever the band take to a stage.

New Jersey freak outfit Ho99o9 turned the Dogtooth Stage into their personal underground club and for a fleeting moment we forget we’re even in a field at all. Those familiar with the songs in the crowd go full on mental for them, and those unfamiliar take a song or two to figure out whats going on before engaging with the outrageous energy emitting from the stage.

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Ho99o9 – Photo credit Download Festival 2016 and Jen O’Neill

For some regrettable reason we found ourselves in earshot of Jane’s Addiction. Urg, Lets start by saying that one half of this writing tag team has never been a great lover of Jane’s. Not so much the music, but the people. They just seems so… sleazy, and greasy. Their appearance at Download did nothing to chance that perception, highlighted by an incrediblyMotley Crue moment when two scantily clad women are raised into the air hanging from two hooks pierced into their backs. A hugely talented feat and much respect for their dedication to their art but our inner feminist made an appearance. Not because a band of men decided that women in their underwear is the perfect accompaniment to their music, not because they are literally hanging women from the skin over the stage while they spew out their shitty outdated music while wearing a fucking awful fedora. We can get over that. But because they didn’t thank the girls. In fact, they didn’t mention them at all. No “lets hear it for the dancers” or “a round of applause for the two girls sacrificing their bodies to distract you from our mediocre talent”. Nothing. Bunch of c**ts.

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Iron Maiden – Photo credit Download Festival 2016 and Ross Silcocks

Perhaps due to kinder circumstances, Sunday night saw Iron Maiden go about proving exactly why they remain the biggest band in metal and beyond. Bruce was on top form, engaging with the crowd, telling jokes, stories and in sombre moments giving us some harsh truths about the current state of the world, and days after playing a Paris gig and talking about the Bataclan tragedy, here he was back on stage sending love and thoughts to those effected by the Orlando shooting. “It’s all bullshit” he declares and the crowd couldn’t agree more. We were also sadly reminded of the passing of Robin Williams as the band played Tears of a Clown. A song from Book of Souls written for him and one that the band “never considered they’d play live” but here they were.
Iron Maiden aren’t a hard band to see, we’ve seen them countless times and the reason you keep going is because you never actually know what they’re going to do. We’ve seen them when they’ve played almost an entire set of new material, we’ve seen them on a greatest hits type tour, tonight we get a mix of each. Some new hits from Book of Souls and enough classics to keep the casual fans happy too. What’s remarkable is how easily the new material fits alongside such iconic songs. This is a band relentless in its creation of new material, with no laurels to be rested upon, and when you’re that good, why not? The night finishes with Wasted Years, until that is the Iron Maiden tradition of playing Python’s Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life rings out around the festival site. Fuck the mud. There’s always a bright side, and tonight it came in the form of Maiden.
our Muddy weekend c/w - Friday - Saturday - Sunday Morning - Sunday Afternoon

Our muddy weekend c/w from top left – Friday – Saturday – Sunday – Monday

After two years of horrendous circumstances we take our hats off to the Download faithful. At points during the weekend, if we had been in the general campsite, having to do the never-ending walk back and forth to the arena and recalling how impassable the market place was last year, I think we would have simply fucked it off and gone home.

Of course that’s no reflection on the festival, just the shitty weather it seems to be enduring at the moment. The only thing that concerns us from our confession is that if we had left, would we have missed anything? We’ve seen Rammstein before. We’ve seen Sabbath before, and knowing us we’ll go again next year. We’ve seen Maiden more times that we can count. What exactly would we have missed if we’d have fucked off, or not gone at all?

Once again for everybody’s favourite metal festival it is the ritual that succeeds. We pay the ticket price for the music, but we go for the laughs, the people, the beers and stories. If the festival stopped today, you’d still probably get 100,000 bodies turning there next year just for the craic of a weekend in a tent with your buddies, because once the Download Dog’s gotten its teeth into you, it doesn’t let go. It’s the greatest facilitator for fun and frolics that the metal community has and as good as one as they could ask for. Same time next year?

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