Day one of the Bloodstock festival. Getting in was a muddy mess. But I'm well sorted with hiking boots, jeans, and a waterproof jacket. Had just enough time to get in, set up, and hit the pit for the first band.
This is the perfect way to start the morning. On a gloomy Friday the 13th, over cast, cloudy, wet - Snake Bite hit the stage at 1030. . . stupid o’clock! They blistered thru their set making sure the crowd was wide awake. If they weren’t, they soon would be! In twenty minutes they got the blood flowing thru the veins of the erstwhile heavy metal fans that forsook sleep to begin the carnage of the coming weekend.