Opening with the hammering feedback debauchery of Um Bongo, (the first track from Holding Hands With Jamie) Girl Band launch head first into this 13-song packed set with urgency and unhinged lunacy. Despite vocalist Dara Kiely still suffering from a bad leg, he manages to writhe and hobble around the stage, progressively descending into a sweaty, dishevelled mess of a man, but still utterly captivating.
Braving the Arctic conditions, I thought it would be a good idea to remove myself from the comfort and warmth of my abode and venture to Hitchin to see some rock action happen. Arriving late I miss nearly all of The Grass Is Hairy’s set (sorry lads) – by accident. I do catch the last 10 seconds of their gruff, obstinate punk-core shouting as I make my way to the bar.
After a surprisingly wonderful night’s sleep (seven hours? Uninterrupted? I’ll take that.) thanks to a combination of being a) very drunk the night before and b) ear plugs, Sunday treated us to Cadillac Three, who are much more soothing on the eardrums; letting those far too hungover to ease into the day’s musical festivities.
We’re late leaving the campsite and only briefly get a glimpse of Alestorm bringing pirate metal kicking and screaming – some dude is playing the keytar and it doesn’t sound too horrible. We’re only up early though to see one band: Babymetal. Judging by the crowd of people swarming to the Apollo stage, we aren’t the only ones.
I am finally home from Sonisphere after spending what felt like an age in a car park queue topping up the tan on one of my arms. Things like hot running water and a cup of tea are taken for granted far too much when you’ve spent four days coating your body in dry shampoo, using baby wipes and eating bruised apples, washed down with warm Carlsberg.