Putting his usual spit-fire fury aside for a minute, Frank Carter is showing everyone what a big softie he is as he cradles his daughter on stage. It’s the first time she’s seen her Dad play, giving Carter one more reason for why today needs to count. The frontman has a history entwined with the festival and today’s show feels like one for the books.
It’s not long before he and his Rattlesnakes are clambering over the barrier to solidify the vocal connection. “Stop taking fucking pictures of me,” he roars, demanding a present and willing audience as he scramble up the scaffolding and out into the crowd. Debut album ‘Blossom‘ has been out for a matter of days but every scratched vocal growl is echoed back with meaning. Seven months in the making, it’s also being cradled and who knows what today will grow up to be.