Thursday
A soft drizzle greeted the morning, but the crowd was ready. Eagles of Death Metal took the stage to disco. Literally. Their entrance music was “We Are Family” by Sister Sledge, and Jesse Hughes danced his way through it. It was weird, charming, and oddly perfect. Their set was loose, fun, groovy – a break from the 100 shades of grey in the sky.
Then came Turbonegro. First time seeing them live, and they did not disappoint. Glam punk filth and unfiltered energy. The Norwegians put on a show that was brilliant. From the front row to the back fence, people were moving. It was definitively one of the gig of the festival. Not only musically, but by their stage presence and theatricality.
The night closed for me with two contrasting energies. Bullet For My Valentine were like watching a well-oiled machine – but in the best possible way. Celebrating 20 years since their debut album, the Welsh band delivered a set that was super powerful. They opened with an archival video that pulled the crowd straight into their journey, building a sense of connection that only deepened as the show went on.
Their performance was intense, full of heavy riffs and raw energy. I was genuinely surprised by how much I enjoyed it – pure adrenaline, pure rock, no gimmicks. Just a band that completely masters its sound and owns the stage. Frontman Matt Tuck was especially impressive – charismatic, confident, and in full command of the moment.
Suicidal Tendencies? The opposite. Old-school punk crossover – wild and loose. The kind of set that smells like spilled beer and stage-diving sweat. The musicians never stopped moving, jumping, and tearing across the stage. There was so much happening at once, I got lost at one point and completely hypnotized at another – just lowered my camera and let myself enjoy the chaos. It was really great to finally see them live. I love that kind of energy. And as usual, they wrapped things up by inviting fans for a final gig party – a chaotic, joyful mess that perfectly captured the spirit of their show.