I had never been to a festival before on a spectators level, let alone performed at one, so all sorts of expectations were running through my mind.

Zebras trained to juggle whilst uni-cycling on stage between bands, only to be exposed as two men in a costume after a fall? Zirconia's of the cubic variety handing from a make shift chandelier in the catering tent?

Your imagination may just run away with you if you let it but wherever it goes you may just find it's not a million miles away from the reality of it.

Riotous displays of choreographed anarchy trickle through the sands of the crowd on stilts and motorcycles with the sole intention of putting a smile on your face.

Other forms of entertainment were of course the whole purpose of the festival; the bands themselves.

Cacophonous display after wonderfully mind bending cacophonous display rushed through the stage until it was our turn. Kerrang had heard of us, Classic Rock, Total Rock, Mojo and even the cross over rag , The Sunday Times had given us favorable reviews, but all that means nothing as we've stepped our onto the stage.

Sock-lops, back drops, loud sounds and hip-ops, all went according to plan.

~ Rob