Photographer Alex de Mora went to France for you to bring back pictures you love of people you don't know and report on the festivities
Every June, a swarm of denim and leather can be found graduating towards Clisson on the west coast of France.
In comparison to some of the overcrowded and characterless UK metal festivals, Hellfest has a genuinely unique atmosphere, which can be mostly given to the fact that the attendance is much more intimate at only 20,000.
When I first stepped out into the main part of the festival I was quite honestly overwhelmed at the sea of black t-shirts in front of me. I've been to plenty of festivals in my time but this really felt like some sort of 'Metal Mecca'.
This is a place where dedicated metal fans (and a bunch of idiots from East London) can come to drink beer, headbang and shout/roar at each other for 3 days. There's no aggro, no over-zealous security, and importantly, no dickheads asking you for a free hug. To keep yourself alive over the festival there's also a giant supermarket just outside the site where you can load up on cheap beers, baguettes and 1 euro bottles of cava.
I'm not one to review bands, so I'll just let you check the line up out for yourself (http://www.hellfest.fr/artistes.php). Let's just say I saw three quarters of Kyuss get back on stage together and subsequently blow my mind on Sunday night... I won.
http://www.hellfest.fr/index.php
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
SUCK
Last night we went to preview SUCK to see if a movie described as 'A rock 'n roll vampire musical comedy road movie', with Iggy Pop, Henry Rollins, Malcom McDowell, Alice Cooper and Moby in it could be bad. It wasn't.
In fact, it took us back to a golden age when Rpatz was just a nonsense word like 'email' and no one jerked off to pictures of werewolves, except maybe werewolf guys.
Suck should be enjoyed at some sort of nostalgic alt sleepover, where you watch Castle Freak, New Wave Hookers 4 and Shock Em Dead and wear slutty pyjamas and say 'Sookie' in a stupid vampire voice till someone admits they're only pretending to find it funny and everyone feels awkward.
Monday, 21 June 2010
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
JUKE ROAD TRIP No:1 / LA
Juke's LA road trip ticked a lot of boxes we never knew existed.
We drove a really big car on the freaky side of the road.
Experienced 4/20 on Venice (and learnt that one of us is writing
dates the wrong way round). Skipped a night at the Smell to stroke cats in South Central.
Ate fried chicken and waffles... together. Window-shopped for hours in Amoeba Records.
Trampled Coachella's lush polo lawns in the middle of the desert.
Had a post-festival party at the Shangri-La. Went to some mega club with a hole
in the ceiling right where the neon Scientology sign looms. Saw a few bonerfide hunks
and a lot of hardbodies in thongs at 2am. Dodged a door-to-door meth dealer in a bowtie.
Learnt that a lot of music we like doesn't work with palm trees and highways, but that Lynyrd Skynyrd really does.
Had an impromptu block party at the Olive Motel on Sunset. Learnt that 'handles' are 'dank'
and that everyone is on a medicinal bong-high or prescription cocktail all the time,
including the people carrying yoga mats and the shiny tanned kids. Walked around Long Beach
trying to find someone to tattoo us at 4 in the morning.
Washed down a lot of delicious mexican food with off-brand tequila
and laughed till our guts hurt. LA - done. Next stop: liposculpture!
We drove a really big car on the freaky side of the road.
Experienced 4/20 on Venice (and learnt that one of us is writing
dates the wrong way round). Skipped a night at the Smell to stroke cats in South Central.
Ate fried chicken and waffles... together. Window-shopped for hours in Amoeba Records.
Trampled Coachella's lush polo lawns in the middle of the desert.
Had a post-festival party at the Shangri-La. Went to some mega club with a hole
in the ceiling right where the neon Scientology sign looms. Saw a few bonerfide hunks
and a lot of hardbodies in thongs at 2am. Dodged a door-to-door meth dealer in a bowtie.
Learnt that a lot of music we like doesn't work with palm trees and highways, but that Lynyrd Skynyrd really does.
Had an impromptu block party at the Olive Motel on Sunset. Learnt that 'handles' are 'dank'
and that everyone is on a medicinal bong-high or prescription cocktail all the time,
including the people carrying yoga mats and the shiny tanned kids. Walked around Long Beach
trying to find someone to tattoo us at 4 in the morning.
Washed down a lot of delicious mexican food with off-brand tequila
and laughed till our guts hurt. LA - done. Next stop: liposculpture!
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