Procrastination has to be one of the merits of vacations, that deep seated knowledge that it truly can wait until tomorrow (or 2 months in this case) but the most important thing is the completion of said task, even if it is for nothing but nothings sake.
After 12 days in Goa being consumed with silent hatred for the manner in which the state has changed (Nigerian drug dealers on every corner, 90% Russian menus and clubs sprawling out of what was once a peaceful enclave) my cousin and I boarded a flight to Bangalore to see how Indian metal heads would react to Obliteration and Nekromantheon. We landed, got rooms at a posh hotel, ate our fill, found one relatively decent music bar and had a few pints before retiring.
Late afternoon we hailed an honest rickshaw driver, gave him instructions and headed out to the outskirts of Bangalore for the inaugural INFERNO Festival. After driving for almost 30 minutes the rickshaw driver became paranoid that he had driven wrong until I spotted the familiar sight of long hair, black shirts and black jeans. We had arrived.
The concert venue was in a large venue with the entire back-wall open to a garden where you could sit whilst all the Indian bands played (they sucked) and enjoy the calming effect of a Kingfisher. It was painfully obvious that 89.3% of the crowd only liked music that had Korn-esque breaks or “huge” riffs, as they would stand around gazing at each other pretending they enjoyed the music, then as soon as a “killer riff” came along they would bounce around like their feet were on fire.
Sindre and the crew walked into the venue and I ran over and had a quick catch up, hearing about the nightmare of airport security and a belt with bullets on it, before sitting back down and talking with a severely inebriated American who was here to brew beers but looked like he had drank all the profit himself. He waffled on through one entire set, but was nice enough.
We all moved in to catch the Nekromantheon show. The venue was fairly packed, the crowd were anxious. Nekromantheon absolutely killed it. One of the best shows i’d seen by them. Between them and Obliteration was Undying Inc who were even worse than their name suggests. We took to the garden and its oasis of calm and patiently waited through the misery. Obliteration threw themselves onto the stage and during the first song Kristian’s drum pedal broke. He told us afterwards that he had to play on only the left side of the double bass-drum pedal throughout the whole show, which was a challenge in itself. There were a few technical issues with the guitar amps too, but when the show was boiling it was great. The crowd loved it, and for being the first version of Inferno in India I would judge it a success. Afterwards we all just sat in the garden drinking all the tequilas that Sindre kept bringing and getting severely inebriated. Bed called and we headed back in a rickshaw to meet up with the guys the day after for sightseeing.
Waking up was torture, but heading out and diving straight into a brew pub was the sensible thing to do with the whole gang of Nekro/Oblit and Jan Martin from Radar booking agency, and a man who shall only be known as Ihsahn. Ihsahn volunteered himself as the guide, but it seemed had only managed to bring the chaps to shopping centres. The group split up and we headed to the central market for a taste of the real India whilst the rest went to Commercial Road. After walking around and buying a few souvenirs, we spent the next 90 minutes in Bangalore traffic trying to find the restaurant where everyone was eating. We made it, ate a monstrous feast, hopped back in the cars and they left me standing on Brigade Road at 11pm with the thoughts of returning to the Blue Mountains when morning broke and seeing the place I grew up.