“Pull the fucking tampon out and show me what you got!” That's Bring Me The Horizon frontman Ollie Sykes, trying his absolute hardest to force the vast crowd in front of him to form a circle pit that swallows Reading whole. He’s not pleased with their efforts. “Is that what you call a pit, like? Fucking pathetic.” We’re a song into the Sheffield quintet’s Main Stage performance, an hour-long splurge of classic metal riffs, machine gun drums, bowel-churning bass eruptions, smoke jets and about a million crazy do-it-or-die instructions from Sykes. Having abandoned their screamy metalcore roots for a cleaner sound, Bring Me The Horizon are here opening for Metallica, and they’re out to prove they can blow their forefathers out of the water, using the following weapons...Read More
These Two Bands Want To Be The Next Oasis. Are Pretty Vicious Or DMA's Reading 2015's Best Gallagher Substitute?
Though they hail from different sides of the globe, Sydney's Britpop revivalists DMA's and Merthyr Tydfil's baby-faced rockers Pretty Vicious have both stepped up to the plate with a clear aim of being the next Oasis. You only have to check out Pretty Vicious' 'Definitely Maybe'-esque press shot to see they're unashamedly vying for the title, while their Aussie counterparts aren’t afraid to wear their influences on their sleeves either. They make no bones about them being in thrall to the Manchester and Britpop sounds that circled the globe when they were growing up down under. But, of the pair, which is the best bet for success? The opportunity to judge came about at Reading, where the two bands performed back to back on the Festival Republic stage. We decided to see how they stacked up.Read More
Ben Thatcher cranks up an air raid siren front of stage; over by the stacks, Mike Kerr loads the heavy artillery. Squeals, feedback, bass riffs like they’ve put strings on Thor’s hammer – Royal Blood’s arsenal is mighty, but their morale shaken. “There’s not a single person in this field who truly understands how insane it is for us to be up here right now,” Mike admits, “there’s a lot of people. I think I just shit myself.” Ben, on the other hand, stands on his drum stool sipping nonchalantly from a pint of lager, surveying the crowd like a war-time field marshal who knows exactly how much of a firestorm is about to be unleashed on an unsuspecting village.Read More
Twelve months ago, Wolf Alice played on the Festival Republic stage, the fiercest they'd been at that point, but still lacking that killer confidence that could really convince any doubters that they were the real deal and in it for the long haul. Then, they had a cover of Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Game' in their set as a guaranteed crowd-pleaser, just in case the likes of 'She' and 'Blush' failed to sway the audiences in front of them.Read More
The rising dust clouds can mean only one thing. Foals have hit Reading. They’ve only been on site a couple of hours, but Yannis Philippakis looks like he’s been here since Thursday. When the frontman prowls the lip of the stage after ‘My Number’, which opens this hastily announced secret set, bright white lights catch his face and you notice his black curls are matted and his beard is straggly. There might be a hint of a hangover in his eyes too.Read More
Babies. Metal. Two words in and this blog has already been flagged up by Berkshire social services and a team of crack CPA agents are swooping on this writer before he does any more harm. That’s how easy it’s been for Babymetal to get attention. The brainchild of some evil talent agency genius who decided to combine hardcore speed metal with J-pop idol music, they consist of three 15 to 17-year-old flamenco cyberpunk dolls doing frantic synchronised Japanese dance routines in front of a white-clad thrash band of ghouls, zombies and psychopaths. Opening Saturday’s main stage at Reading, and with a show at Wembley Arena already on the books, they are by far the weirdest and wildest phenomenon on the bill, and here’s why…Read More
With The Libertines, everything’s emotional until it becomes cynical. Or maybe it’s the other way around. In any case, that was the story of their last sojourn to Reading and Leeds back in 2010, two shows laden with six years of expectation, but which ultimately seemed to confirm everyone’s worst fears about why they got back together in the first place. They made a lot of money that weekend (“240k each after tax for me and Carl,” Pete Doherty told NME last year) but the gigs themselves were more memorable for the scenes in the crowd than anything happening onstage.Read More