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Swedish rockers Royal Republic kick off proceedings on the Lemmy Stage around noon, livening the crowd with a jovial and upbeat set of inoffensive poppy rock, while fellow countrymen Graveyard face a rather more challenging situation over at the Encore Stage shortly after, when the skies open halfway through second number ‘From A Hole In The Wall’, bringing down a deluge of such biblical proportions they’re forced to can their set after only four songs.

Sheltered from the downpour, Heck hit the Maverick Stage, pulverising punters with maniacal riffy hardcore cuts like ‘Good As Dead’ and ‘The Great Hardcore Swindle’. For a band more accustomed to grimy underground venues, they seem remarkably at ease playing to a crowd whose numbers are almost certainly swelled by those seeking refuge from the weather in the big tent.

Over on the main stage, Killswitch Engage barely notice the now steady downpour, opening with belter ‘Strength Of The Mind’ while guitarist Adam D. thrusts his crotch at the bedraggled sea of ponchos and screams something about tampons and defiling punters’ mums. It’s a predictable set consisting mostly of classics, but their melodic aggression is just the ticket for lifting spirits in what could otherwise have been a soggy and deflating afternoon in the unrelenting sky spit.

Back to the third stage, and you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d inexplicably stepped back in time to 1976, as the slinky waistcoated and leopard-skinned Kadavar positively ooze Sabbath-esque riffery and Zeppelin-esque swagger amidst a haze of dry ice. There’s quite a haze of reefer in the air here too, and the German trio’s bluesy hooks clearly prove seductive as the tent increasingly fills with punters apparently unimpressed with the Lemmy tribute video over in the arena which, while touching in its sentiment, falls a little flat with many in the crowd who were probably hoping for a live act to accompany it.

With a predictably spectacular display of pyrotechnics and flame, Rammstein open their set with the almost silly stomping “Ja! Nein! Rammstein!” refrain of new song ‘Ramm 4’. While Rammstein have a tendency to feel a little choreographed live, the vein of playfulness that permeates both their performance and their music ensures they’re nevertheless as entertaining as ever, as they plough through a set of live staples, including ‘Feuer Frei!’, ‘Du Riechst So Gut’ and ‘Engel’, accompanied by flamethrowing muzzles, fiery arrows and a giant set of flame-spewing angel wings. It’s completely ridiculous, it’s totally over the top, and it’s frankly everything you want from these greased-up Teutonic loons.

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I know I am not alone when I say I’m a sucker for being nostalgic. The thing about loving music is that because it plays such a massive part in my life, when I listen to things, it invokes so many memories. I always find myself taking myself back to when I first heard said record, who I was with, what I was doing and so on. Right now as I write this, I’m listening to Prong’s ‘Force Fed’ album, recounting all the shows I saw Tommy and co in at the now defunct Birmingham Edwards No.8 club during my teens. Those shows were immense, even if the number of punters wasn’t! I’ve seen them in more recent years and still enjoy their musical output, but those early days to me, personally, were special. What has this got to do with anything, I hear you say? Well really, it’s the same reason as why I wanted to put Mastodon on the cover of this month’s issue ahead of their headline performance at Bloodstock. You see, Mastodon are one of those seriously special bands, who have not only etched themselves in my own nostalgia bank (hey, anyone who witnessed their debut capital gig at London’s Underworld supporting High On Fire will always remember that show) but more importantly, into the wider scheme of metal’s rich history. Never once have they repeated themselves musically and consequently they have successfully created a stunning discography that continues to remain vital as the years go by. Mastodon were a game changer and their Bloodstock show allows us a chance to remind ourselves just why we love them so much. In their own words, our cover feature allows the quartet look back at their career to date and look forward to the future too. Crack open a bottle, stick any of their albums on the stereo, flip to the interview and enjoy some nostalgia yourselves! Darren Sadler, Editor