Sonisphere day 2 – Saturday
Kicking off with a full english seems to be the only sensible way to start a day of hard rocking so it’s off to the local hostelry for a splendid fry-up before we head back to Knebworth. Getting into a cab we get a dreaded sense of deja vu as it quickly becomes clear that yet again we have found a driver who doesn’t know where Knebworth is. Only this time we also have a cabbie who ‘doesn’t like road signs’ (his words!) it just gets better and better! Fortunately by now we have worked out how to get to Knebworth so we end up directing him to our destination.
We finally arrive to join a surprisingly large crowd and watch Anthrax deliver a remarkably loud set, with added visual stimulation provided by various female members of the audience who seem to be compelled to bare their boobies whenever the camera picks them out on the large video screens. Spendid!
Japanese Voyeurs
Next up is Apocalyptica, a kind of heavy metal string orchestra who are sadly crap. For the rest of the afternoon we spend our time alternating between the two main stages like a human ping pong, stopping off each way for a beer and a visit to the toilet (as the day draws on the toilet visits beome more frequent, and the toilet is swapped for the nearest wall). On the main stages are Papa Roach (very good, despite their frontman being an arrogant cock), Good Charlotte (Blink 182-ish but still enjoyable, though halfway through me and Nick shoot off to the Red Bull tent to see the excellent Japanese Voyeurs), Skunk Anansie (disappointingly dull), Motley Crue (on good form and one of Ian’s favourite bands – he had a look of pure joy on is face for the entire set!) and Placebo (excellent, rockier than on record, the highlight of their set was a great cover of Nirvana’s ‘All Apologies’).
By now it’s 8.45pm and me and Ian have managed to lose Nick and Ivan (not deliberately), but it’s time for Rammstein, one of the bands I’m particularly keen on seeing. The stage show is an unbelievable display of pyrotechnics, including rockets being fired from the sound stage into the band! They play for an hour an half to a crowd approaching 50,000 and though it seemed to go incredibly quickly it was long enough for Ivan to emerge from the crowd completely pissed. It seems he had been on the wine, which if you know Ivan, is as dangerous as given Gremlins water.
What follows is allsorts of bickering as we leave the site and join the queue at the taxi rank. Ivan refuses to join the rank and staggers off to steal someone elses cab, which remarkably he manages to do! It costs us £50 this time but at least we haven’t had to wait in the queue with all the normal people that don’t have an Ivan in the group! We decide to finish the night with a couple of pints in the local boozer which leads to another argument between Nick and Ivan as Nick gets Ivan a lager but Ivan wanted a Guinness so won’t drink it, leaving Nick having to pay for an extra pint. Still, for the second day in a row we manage to retire without any punches being thrown!
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