As far as invitations to get involved and throw yourself in the pit go, they don’t come much more British than "Don't be a wanker" – Oli Sykes’ amiable words during Bring Me The Horizon’s headline blowout at All Points East Festival last Friday.
The career-spanning set displayed all the hallmarks of a mainstream rock spectacle. A two-tier stage with walkways. Giant screens. Costume changes. Guest appearances. Backing dancers. Yet as the Sheffield mob welcomed Architects’ Sam Carter onto the stage to help disinter The Sadness Will Never End from 2008’s Suicide Season, a striking thought occurred: Ten years ago, it would have been unthinkable to hear a British band play a song this heavy, on a stage this big.
Let’s face it; we have it pretty good at the moment. Off the top of your head, name the last few rock bands that blew your mind. Think about the last gig you went to and had the time of your life. Check your heavy rotation playlist for the song or album that you've been obsessed with recently, so much so that your friends have started tuning out whenever you start talking about it. Chances are, at least one of the bands you're thinking of are from the UK. It's become almost cliché to observe that we are currently living through the most exciting time in British rock in years, yet as with most clichés, there is a kernel of truth.
This Kerrang! writer came up during the dark days of the noughties indie boom. Biffy Clyro had yet to even sniff a festival main stage and Muse were about to disappear into a space opera wormhole. The clearest memory I have from my first festival, Reading 2007, is walking away from the Friday night headliners among a nomadic group chanting, “Bollocks to Razorshite.” Razorlight were, and still are, bollocks. Yet if you were to turn on the TV or radio, it seemed that the only way a young British rock band could gain any kind of popularity was to strap on a Telecaster, squeeze into a pair of skinny jeans and sing about a girl, being from a town or going on the lash with the ladsladslads. You could still find groups that possessed ambition, emotional grit, and more than one distortion pedal, but you certainly couldn’t fill a festival bill with them.