The first of two bands willing to wade deep into the preposterous, pirate-themed madcaps ALESTORM [6] take to the stage with a giant rubber duck for boozy, sea-themed shenanigans.
“I don’t care if you’ve got work tomorrow, you’re getting fucked up!” yelps hyperactive frontman Christopher Bowes, as the band stumble around excitedly, belting out the likes of Rum.
SABATON’s [8] stage is heavy on the troop theme as two helmeted ‘guards’ enter to stand alongside the huge tank that’s centre stage. But theirs are the only stony faces you’ll see here tonight. The Final Countdown blares from the speakers before the camo-clad band stampede onstage with manic grins, hair swinging and legs lunging, and launch into Ghost Division.
After seven albums, there are clear Sabaton favourites; Swedish Pagans and Carolus Rex get everyone singing along passionately while frontman Joakim Brodén leaps around, managing to not lose his trademark shades, and offers heartfelt gratitude.
As they close with the cheesy power metal anthem Metal Crüe, the band run across the stage, the audience jump to the music and the massive tank flashes with bright lights. This is a band who can sell out stadiums all across mainland Europe, but they still give it their all at shows like tonight.
