Teatime has come and gone here at Tree-Stock, and we have yawned our way through tepid sets by Corinne Bailey Rae and the insufferably wimpy Keane. Don’t send a bunch of boys to play a man’s stadium.
Thank God for Metallica who are presently restoring some sinew and cojones to proceedings. Front man James Hetfield is sober these days and has a ridiculous beard, but is otherwise as angry and raspingly incomprehensible as ever. As Wayne would say: excellent.
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