Melodic Deathsters INSOMNIUM will be coming in from Joensuu, Finland for an exclusive UK festival performance at BOA 2009. Dark, melancholic, folky and symphonic, these unique doomy-deathheads are finally bringing their melodic death metal and traditional Finnish music mix to BOA after being forced to cancel a scheduled appearance 3 years ago.”We are really excited to get back to the UK” says the band. “Playing Bloodstock just before our new album comes out is a great thing for us! We had to cancel Bloodstock in 2006, so we are really happy to get the opportunity to do it this year. All you good people over there, you can expect a total carnage!”
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This here, ladies and gentlemales… is awesome. For a while now, myself and McGod have been quite entertained by the music you get on keygens… today, I have stumbled across this website - http://keygenjukebox.com Hurrah! Knock knock
Yowzers. So I went to see AC/DC again on Friday. I still ache. I started out at about 1-ish, and went to Mr Pinto’s pub (again). From there I walked to Westminster tube station and got a tube to Wembley (stopping off at St John’s Wood (huhuhuhuhuh) for a piss). Upon arriving at the cash machine at Wembley, I was informed by my good old friend Mr Barclay that I have £18 in the bank. All well and good, I will take out £10 and buy some beverages. No. Mr Barclay will only let me have my £18 in denominations of £20. Thank you, Mr Barclay. With this in mind, I went to a shop and bought some cans instead. Where I was told I’d have to spend a minimum of £10 to use my card. It is now around 4pm, and I am sat outside Wembley stadium on my own (having already been drinking for a few hours), with 8 cans of Stella. Eventually, the Rt. Hon. Mr Shitbags turns up (predictably late), so we drink our cans (plus a few more from the spanish guys I sold the ticket to), and go into the ground. I’m not sure if The Answer played. If they did, we missed them anyway. McGod tried convincing me that Thin Lizzy were playing too, but that turned out to be a load of horse shit. In fact, the first band we saw were The Subways, who were absolutely fucking terrible. Nevermind – more drinking time. And then there was rock. DC were absolutely awesome. I don’t actually remember that much of the gig, apart from I was very, very drunk, and I was talking to a lot of random people, as I usually do. Once again, I have managed to completely trash my body – bruised ribs, ankles, shoulder, etc. etc. – but it was still worth it Upon leaving the stadium, I did another thing I’m quite good at. I got lost. I got lost for about an hour, in a place I have no idea about. Rachael had managed to fall asleep, so I was pretty much fucked. After an hour of being sent in the wrong direction by about 30 different people, I managed to find the tube station which I had walked past at least twice. Rach eventually woke up, and got shouted at. A lot. In the end we ended up in The Crobar (that place is fucking awesome), and got home at about 4am. All in all, a pretty good gig – and now I have 2 months to recover before Bloodstock Anyway, here are some pictures: I totally forgot to post that I went to Download… For the first time ever, I didn’t turn up on the first day (or before the first day), but ended up getting a lift off Thomas Scissorhands on the Thursday morning, and paying £180 to a tout It was also the first time I had not turned up with far, far too much stuff. I ended up taking 2 cases of Vier and 2 cases of Strongbow (though Ash later gave me another one. Thanks Ash!). Food wise, I took a packet of cocktail sausages (which ended up being barbecued, and then eaten out of a cup with a soup spoon), 2 packets of Jaffa Cakes (which melted and got given away), 2 boxes of bread sticks (which got given away – noticing a pattern here?), and 26 bags of crisps (most of which…). So what did I do? I drank. I drank 5 cases of beer and cider in 4 days. My liver hates me. I made a bunch of new friends, thanks to camping with Ash and Cyst. I sat there grinning like an idiot for the best part of 4 days, and I asked Dave a LOT of retarded questions. I saw a bit of Korn, though I fell asleep outside the EA tent during them. I saw Journey (lol), DevilDriver, Dream Theater, and Manson. Out of the 11 bands I wanted to see, I saw 2. Que sera. Getting back was fun. We walked from Donington to East Midlands Airport, where I proceeded to hang around for a couple of hours, just smoking and drinking water, before deciding I really couldn’t be arsed hanging around anymore, so I left the others to go through to the departure lounge. Upon getting the bus, I ended up with a custard munching spaz sat in front of me. When Rach phoned me, I asked what the time was. The downie thought I was talking to him, so insisted I look at his watch to find out the time, despite having already been told over the phone. From then on, for the next 20 minutes or so, he attempted to answer every single fucking question I asked. All in all, a pretty decent festival. Next up is Bloodstock. That’s if all the bands haven’t pulled out by then (thanks GWAR and Fear Factory *shakes fist*). Anyway, here are some pictures I have pilfered from Elaine and Cyst: Also, thank you to Dave (who has not considered a career in octopus training), for informing me of the existence of square sausage, and to Sam, because I haven’t mentioned her yet. So I was going through Google Maps to see if I could find anything interesting near Rach’s house. I did. Well, I got back from London yesterday… not a great deal to say, apart from I went to Mr Pinto’s pub, The Albert, in Westminster, which was fun, apart from the fact Mr Pinto wasn’t actually there, and I was stood there for 3 hours amongst a load of men in suits wearing what are best described as ‘rags’ and having green hair which, in appearance, would be best described as ‘turf’. From there, I went to another pub near Tottenham Court Rd called The Crobar, which was pretty fucking badass. It’s basically a bar where they belt out whatever’s on the jukebox at the time. That would be metal. We met some pretty interesting folks there. A French Canadian chap called Benoit, who had been sent to London to watch cricket so he could develop a game. Poor fucker. I was also asked if I would like to date the young lady sat next to me, which did not go down terribly well with Rachael. Of course, I found it hilarious Other than that, all I did was sit around and enjoy the wonder that is public transport in London. I met Paddington Bear in Paddington station, and spent way too much time in Victoria station. I should probably take some pictures next time. I also pissed through an air brick at HSBC’s offices. Take that you robbing bastards. Anyway, I’ll be heading back there on Thursday or Friday to see AC/DC, and probably stay a while until I get bored, or Rach’s house mates throw me out. AAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHH! IT’S DRIVING ME FUCKING MAD! |
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