NME's resident metalhead hasn't missed the festival in 17 years. The devilry moved online this year, so he tuned in and threw the horns upIt’s been 17 years since I experienced a summer with no Download Festival to hang it around.
The first time I went I didn’t have a mobile phone, but a pager. To communicate on it, I’d have to talk to a payphone, queue, dial up a number I’d hastily written on a piece of cardboard, then leave a reply to the message my mum had left me two days previous: “Would you like us to pick you up from the train station, hope Deftones were good, love mum xxx’.A lot has happened in the 17 years that have passed, both for myself, and for Download.