Do Mushroomhead really exist or did we just imagine them as we passed out during the most savage moshpit frenzy of the century, sinking, falling, watching the light disappear above us, we finally reached a solid surface believing it to be a bomb-crater filled with raw sewage.
Languished in the faeces of mosh-hell unable to move, eight evil little helpers came to drag us away and terrorise us for their own pleasure for the next 30 minutes. Drifting in and out of consciousness not wanting to cross over into metal death we all clung to life. It started with an almighty blow like a wrecking ball to the chest with 'Before I Die' and continued like an early morning salvo of a thousand Howitzers being fired simultaneously at us from 10 yards.
Vastly oversubscribed by the eager Ozzfest crowd meant many were refused access to the Kerrang Stage as it was rammed to capacity. However this didn't last long as Mushroomhead blew the vast cowshed apart allowing everyone the chance to witness the original 1993 mask-wearing hooligans perform. 'Bwomp', 'Solitaire Unraveling', and 'Xeroxed' kept the surfers and moshers in ecstasy with relentless pounding riffs. But with only time for seven songs we were witnessing a war crime in the making. Throughout, vocals barked almost spat at us, intermingled with keyboards, samples and space age madness. 'These Filthy Hands' and 'Empty Spaces' followed on before it was time up with 'Born Of Desire'. Confirming to all those present that Ozzfest belonged to Mushroomhead. Talked about by many, witnessed by so few. It was carnage it was heaven.
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