The sun has decided to beam down on Donnington. The crowd have already filled the main stage and Turbo Negero have gone missing, meaning that Ill Nino are here early and ready to give everyone a Sunday morning wake up call.
In a matter of minutes the whole crowd is under the spell of Ill Nino – with every person between the barrier and the sound booth punching their arms into the air in unison, whenever the band ask of it.
The set is nothing short of absolutely fantastic, with drumming that has most likely knocked down the East Midlands airport by now. This is without even mentioning vocals that flit from harmonically pleasing and calm to crowd pleasing and powerfully screaming.
Ill Nino have the stage presence that a lot of the bands playing this weekend can only dream of. The whole crowd have their attention pinned on the main stage and have no plans on going anywhere else until this set has finished – even if they were expecting a different band.
If you needed to know that today is Metallica day, you’ve found out. As a T-shirt next to me says, “Pure Fucking Metal”.