My first and last visit to MK Bowl. What an awful venue. It was a grey wet windy day in Buckinghamshire, which didn’t help matters, but even on a glorious sunny day I’m sure I would have thought the same. There was a lot of metal to get through that day, so we set off from London early.
Either got lost or got stuck in traffic, can’t really remember, but somehow contrived to miss Slayer. Fucksticks. All the bands on the Kerrang! stage were dreadful nu-metal crap, and the crowd of whiney 17yr olds was really beginning to wind me up. Pantera are a massive band, and are fairly influential in their own way, but I couldn’t stand them. Phil Anselmo was a cock of the highest order. I knew nothing of Therapy? – they were a last minute replacement for Korn who had pulled out due to hairdressing issues (or something), but they were actually pretty good, all things considered. I was really looking forward to the Foo Fighters, but I was also a bit worried that they wouldn’t go down too well with the nu-metal kiddies (who seemed to outnumber the older Sabbath fans by a factor of quite a lot). My fears were not unfounded. I was surprised that the Foos were this high up the bill, having just 2 albums to their name at this stage, and they could barely scrape together enough ‘heavy’ tracks to make a forty minute set. They weren’t booed, but the ubiquitous Mexican wave / litter fight started after half a song and they were roundly ignored by 80% of the crowd for the rest of their set, which was a shame, because they were great. Definitely a strange act for this bill though. So to Ozzy. Watched half of his set, got really pissed off with the nu-metal scrots and the drizzle, decided to fuck off home back to that London. Missed Sabbath. Doesn’t go down as a great day, all in all.