Catton Hall, near Alrewas
Day 1: Barely 15 minutes from my front door, I had the luxury of a leisurely lie-in ahead of being able to put my tent up and still be in the arena for midday. Traditionally the first couple of hours are for finding ones bearings, without anyone of much cop playing. 5 main stages, the Pallet, for the bigger bands, another in the woods, called the,um, Woodlands, for 2nd stringers, and then a hotch potch of marquees for dance, cabaret and such like. All easily accessible around a central fairground and all the usual outlets for festival food and clothing. First band for me were Roughneck Riot, one of the slew of shouty thrash/folk/punk bands, filling out their orthodox rhythm section with the now de rigeur accordions and banjos. A rousing start and another new to me, The King Blues, with energetic flashes of angry near rap from the dapper front man. Entertaining enough, but made me miss Attila the Stockbroker, one of many names from the past who showed up. I had always thought Reverend and the Makers would be shite and, do you know, I wasn’t wrong. Terrorvision couldn’t convince » Continue Reading.