THE SET
THE SET
THE SET
THURSDAY
METALLICA (THURSDAY) Creeping Death Harvester Of Sorrow Leper Messiah King Nothing Lux Æterna Screaming Suicide Fade To Black Sleepwalk My Life Away Orion Nothing Else Matters Sad But True The Day That Never Comes Blackened Fuel Seek & Destroy Master Of Puppets
BMTH (FRIDAY) AmEN! Teardrops The House Of Wolves MANTRA Dear Diary, Parasite Eve Shadow Moses 1x1 LosT One Day The Only Butterflies Left Will Be In Your Chest As You March Towards Your Death Nihilist Blues DiE4u Kingslayer Follow You Drown Throne Can You Feel My Heart
SLIPKNOT (SUNDAY) The Blister Exists The Dying Song (Time To Sing) Liberate Yen Psychosocial The Devil In I The Heretic Anthem Eyeless Left Behind Wait And Bleed Unsainted Snuff Purity People = Shit Surfacing Encore: Duality Custer Spit It Out
With more than 100,000 metal fans set to descend upon Castle Donington for Download Festival’s four-day, 20th anniversary celebration, it was inevitable there would be some level of upheaval. Horror stories of motorists being stuck in six hours’ worth of traffic getting on site are not uncommon. But, as Saxon once famously declared of the same grounds, the bands played on, starting in earnest with CANCER BATS. Even with strong winds diluting their sound on the second Opus Stage to a skeletal racket, the ferocity of their riffs – like a wild beast tearing meat off bone – is more than enough to churn the crowd into an animalistic frenzy. Sadly, however, they do get rudely shut off on the final song. Making his Download debut, MAMMOTH WVH, aka Wolfgang Van Halen, opens the main Apex Stage with Foo Fighters-like alt rock. He may only be two albums into his solo career, but Wolf’s adept crowd control and the melodies of Don’t Back Down paint a promising picture.
THE SET
Menacing and moody, rising nu gen star MIMI BARKS spits out rapid-fire lines from the Dogtooth Stage with all the savvy of an alt Eminem, before hijacking the drums and beating out some punishing rhythms. Back on the Opus Stage, criminally underrated LA punks THE BRONX prove as gloriously chaotic and unpolished as they were when they first took our breath away two decades ago.