And that story, in a nutty shell of truthyness, illustrates why I don’t do festivals (I might one day make an exception for the mighty Bloodstock) – our old and prediction-phobic friend, the UK climate.
If it’s not raining, then it’s blazingly sunny and so hot that it threatens to drop me like it was fourth-year Religious Education class.
There is no point in trying to predict what kind of garb will suit the day ahead – as your best-considered fashion plans will be stymied by a rogue weather front which suddenly sneaks up behind you in the street, taps a shoulder merrily and promptly dumps some vertical freezing water all over your new Fat Face zip-up top and jeans.
Tis a crap state of affairs and no mistake. If you’re going to Isle of Wight this weekend, do keep safe and try not to fall asleep during Tom Petty. Despite the compelling temptation to feign your death, obviously…
Sometimes, a record just sneaks up on you. Such is the case with Spanish symphonic metallurgists, Diabulus In Musica, whose latest album “The Wanderer” made it into my hyper-nerdy collection of European Metal Bands fronted by three-octave wielding neo-divas after checking out samples on Amazon and iTunes.
It’s a rare band who can win you over via ninety seconds of streamed thrashing and wailing but this band managed to do it – they’re at the heavier end of the spectrum for this kind of band. Less akin to the more recently radio-friendly tunes of Within Temptation, more akin to the full-on, everything-and-the-kitchen-sink theatrics of your blissfully unfashionable Euro bands like Xandria or Edenbridge.
In fact, I’d go as far as to say that Diabulus In Musica could comfortably slot into a True Metal summer festival like the UK’s Bloodstock or Belgium’s Graspop without too many of your self-appointed taste police questioning their credentials.
You can check out the first single from the album, “Sceneries of Hope”, at YouTube and marvel at the parp-tastic keyboard intro (see if you can beat my record of waiting five seconds before yelling ‘prog!’ at nobody in particular).