We didn't realize that Trondheim has a metal fest until this year. It took a little convincing but Becca eventually agreed to go with me for Saturday night.
On Sunday morning Becca and I were both complaining about cramps in our calves from jumping around. I, from all of the head banging, also experienced debilitating soreness in my neck and shoulder muscles; It sucks to get old.
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2014 was the 5th anniversary |
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The hip, new, local Austmann microbrewery provided the only interesting beer for the event. The 'Three Rocking Witches' was actually pretty good. The 'True Kult Black Stout' was passable. The others were awful. But at least they were only $14 per glass. |
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Caliban is a German band. They were more radio-friendly than the other bands but they were a lot of fun. |
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For a brief period of time, probably due to the Balmer Peak, Becca became a legit metal photographer. |
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Another of Becca's excellent photos. So metal. |
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Norwegian mosh pits are adorable. |
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Metal must not pay very well because many of the musicians had holes in their clothes. |
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The blackest band we saw was Carach Angren. Remember: it's not a concert, it's a ritual. |
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Around midnight the darkness was seeping into Becca's soul and she started to power down. Or maybe she was just sleepy. A security guard checked on her because she was sitting down but he decided that she had sufficient angst to proceed. |
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Becca was guided along the remainder of her journey by her spirit animal, the ghost of Bob Ross. |
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The headliner for the night was At The Gates. As far as we are concerned they are another reason to move to Gothenburg, Sweden. |
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After the show we grabbed a kebab and then took a taxi home. |
We ended up seeing:
At The Gates
Carach Angren
Electric Wizard
The Browning
Caliban
Tesseract
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