Sonisphere!

I'm off to Sonisphere. A field of glory nestled in the comfort of Knebworth. All unassuming and all not knowing what is really coming...none of the villagers were aware of the hundreds of motor vehicles or thousands of feet that were on their way. The slow march descending on these meadows have one, and only one, mission in mind...we...must...rock! Tents are a tiny defense for the sound that is ready to roar and pound its might on all who wear the Wrist Band. International bands the likes of Metallica and Nine Inch Nails plug in their instruments of volume with quiet confidence. The terror and jubilation is viscous in the air, getting stuck in you nostrils.

I'm off to Sonisphere...and I'm bloody ready for it!