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WACKEN 2015


WACKEN OPEN AIR 2015 – "Where is the damn sun?!?" 

by Thrash-head

We all have bucket lists. There's things that we need to accomplish before we die. They need to be attainable, nothing like 'bedding insert-pornstar-here' or 'having a platinum record by the time I am 30.' No sometimes, they just need to be things you have always read about and can easily do with a little time, money, and opportunity.

This year, I got to scratch 'Wacken Open Air' off of mine. Ever since I first read about the festival some 15 or so years ago, it has been a dream to one day attend the staple of the Euro-festival circuit. I remember reading articles about all these bands I loved, no bands that I didn't, playing in front of thousands upon thousands of people and it gave a bit of a rush. I so wanted to go.

Fast-forward to August of 2014, and the Monday after last year's festival had completed. I just happened to have the day off so I sat at the computer vigorously hitting refresh over and over again until I finally got through and was able to purchase my tickets. I'd been at the computer for 4 straight hours and nearly 30,000 tickets had already gone by the time I got in. But I got in. I was Gollum, and I had my precious!

So the wife and I took our flights to Hamburg, where we noticed immediately how seriously the area takes its festival. Even the airport was all decked out in Wacken t-shirts, posters, and whatnot, with copies of 'Metal Hammer' strewn all about. We got our rental Mitsubishi which was to be our home that we camped in for the next 4 nights, went to the grocery store to get some provisions, and began to head up the highway 23 to the campgrounds. The area had already been battered with rain and our trip up north was no different. After about an hour, we began to see signs pointing us in the general direction: “W.O.A. This Way!” We made it to the campsite on Wednesday night, through the mud and slop, and decided to forego the opening festivities of Uli Jon Roth and Europe in favor of some shut-eye and dryness.

Thursday, July 30th, 2015

Started the day off right by immediately finding out just how near-uninhabitable the campgrounds were. Filthy, muddy, and in some places very deep and almost untraversable, to the point where before we even made it inside my boots were completely soaked and my cargo shorts were pretty well caked in mud. Still, made it to the front gate where we showed our tickets, and we were given our unremovable-wristbands (apparently a very cool thing that euro-festivals do so you don't need to keep showing your ticket), as well as a care package complete with a little drawstring backpack, rain poncho, chips, water bottle, commemorative poster, patch, sticker, and more. Then I IMMEDIATELY purchased a hooded sweatshirt for a 'measly' €50, but considering how cold it was, it was money well spent.

First band of the day was Dark Fusion from Romania, playing in the tent area known as the Bullhead City Circus, where two stages (the W.E.T. Stage and the Headbanger Stage) resided. A blend of many genres, the sound seemed to be centered around a somewhat general death metal sound, with additional elements of gothic, industrial, and even black metal thrown in. Immediately upon their conclusion, the Netherlands' For I Am King started on the adjacent Headbanger stage, and their sound can best be described as a female-fronted melodic death/thrash with just a small bit of core in the sound too, very similar to something you might hear from Heaven Shall Burn or even a slightly more metal Caliban. Following them was Hungary's Don Gatto, true hardcore for anyone that has ever been into the likes of Madball, Agnostic Front, and that sort. It wasn't bad in the slightest, just ridiculously dated.

Ventured outside to catch a bit of air, walk around, and see the marketplaces, but also to check out a band that seemed interesting to say the least. Caught Ye Banished Privateers on the Wackinger stage and was pleasantly surprised to not hear anything remotely resembling rock music at all. Performing their take on a 'traditional' pirate music theme complete with more folky instruments (acoustics, mandolins, cajons, squeezeboxes, and probably ten vocalists), this group was a nice break from the metal festivites. Sometimes downright goddamn funny, too...especially the dude who really looked like Blackbeard and sang lead on “The Ship Is Sinking.” My day was already off to a great start!

My first foray into the mainstage area was an awesome spectacle, with the mighty U.D.O taking the stage with Bundeswehr Musikkorps, a mostly brass/woodwind orchestra comprised of members of Germany's military. So awesome to hear all these classic tracks with this accompaniment; the songs never lost their power and energy. The man himself has not been spared the ravages of time, as he's a little heavier and you can tell his voice is not quite where it once was, but the man and his band still killed it all the same. Highlights for me were “Future Land” and the Accept staple “Metal Heart,” which really benefited from the orchestral arrangement.

The first of many sacrifices of the weekend, was to pass up the always-amazing Dark Tranquility to instead see the even-better Rob Zombie. Say what you will, about how he's much more of a mainstream choice, but I challenge anyone to watch his set and not experience a sense of awe at how fantastic a live band can truly be. The songs are high energy and catchy, the band is stellar with ex-Manson members John 5 and Ginger Fish absolutely killing it, and Piggy D has the pseudo-Nikki Sixx rock n' effin' roll bass player thing down to a T. Throw in some of the classic White Zombie songs like “Super-Charger Heaven” and “Thunder Kiss '65,” which was interrupted by a few impromptu cover renditions (I urge this band to one day do a real recording of their take on “Enter Sandman”), and even without the amazing stage set that Rob usually brings with, this was just a kick-ass live show. Go see this guy...he really does get better with age.

The moment of truth for me. I have been a Savatage fan for 20 years now and have never gotten the opportunity to see the band perform, nor have I seen the offshoot Trans-Siberian Orchestra either. Now an opportunity of a lifetime as I get to watch them both perform, simultaneously, on side-by-side main stages. Savatage on the Black Stage, and TSO on the True Metal Stage. From the moment Jeff Plate sat at the drum set and the mighty presence that is Jon Oliva sat at the keyboard, you knew this was going to be insane, and it was. They tore into “Gutter Ballet” like they had never taken a hiatus, and it was sheer power and intensity emanating from the stage. Chris Cafferty and Al Pitrelli were nailing those solos for all they were worth, Johnny Lee Middleton held down that low end and kept it pulsing throughout, and both Jon and Zachary Stevens (yep, he's back too!!!) kept us enthralled with the vocal histrionics through tracks like “Edge of Thorns,” “Jesus Saves,” and “Morphine Child.” Then after about a half hour, the lights dimmed and TSO took the opposite stage running through several tracks both instrumental and vocal from their history, with an amazing choir consisting of the likes of Russell Allen (Symphony X), Ray Alder (Fates Warning), and Jeff Scott Soto (ex-Journey, ex-Axel Rudi Pell, ex-Yngwie Malmsteen), who all took turns singing lead on various tunes. About a half hour of that, and then a prowling tiger on the screens signaled the onset of the most metal version of Carl Orff's “O, Fortuna” you have ever heard, with both bands performing the song in tandem, and sharing members across the stages. This set the tone for both bands running through more TSO and Savatage tracks and finally closing on “Christmas Eve – Sarajevo 12/24,” arguably the most well-known track from their repertoire that effectively placed TSO into the mainstream back in the late '90s. This entire set was further bolstered by a light show and pyro display that was to die for, with several guest musicians added for extra oomph, and I'll be completely honest with you that this is the Single. Greatest. Live. Concert. Performance. That I have ever seen! Probably, that I ever WILL see. It was THAT good and if you weren't there, then you have no fucking idea! The YouTube videos do it zero justice, I promise you.


Friday, July 31st, 2015

My day started off exactly the way I wanted it to, with Brazilian power metal pioneers Angra totally throwing it down on the Party Stage at 11:00AM! I was never much of a fan until I married a Brazilian girl, and now I can't get enough of them. Add to this the fact that the ever-amazing Fabio Lione (Rhapsody of Fire) is now on lead vocals, and you literally saw a powerhouse get even better. No bullshit fluffy outfits or stage sets...this came off like a 'throw-and-go' type of performance, where the band just sets up, plugs in, and lets loose, but they killed it. Songs like the killer “Nothing to Say,” “Final Light,” and the classic “Carry On,” really came off amazing, with the twin guitar attack of Kiko Loureiro and Rafael Bittencourt keeping all eyes focused on the stage, and the abundance of Brazilians in the audience reveling in witnessing their countrymen perform only added to the show. What a great kickoff!

Ensiferum is one of those bands that I'm not the most familiar with, but I dig them all the same...like when you hear they are on the bill for a show, they aren't a make-or-break band for if you buy a ticket, in my opinion. That being said, they always do put on a great show and this was no different. Just solid, pagan melodeath with expert performances all around. Following them, back over to the Party Stage to watch what I thought was going to be an amazing final Wacken appearance by Falconer, who are parting ways later this year. What I was left with from them was wondering how they honestly ever got the recognition they did. I found them to be kinda boring and lifeless – technical issues not helping matters – and I just found them to be a little too steeped in classic metal tradition even for my tastes. Immediately after their set I caught glimpses of Kvelertak giving it their rock n' roll all on the True Metal Stage. I will give credit where it is due, and say that to me this band embodies the true spirit of rock. They go onstage, they don't give too much of a shit about fashion, they plug in, play loud, and go for the goddamn throat.

Next was the ultimate sacrifice. I decided against watching At The Gates because I feel like there's a good chance I will get the opportunity to see them live in the states sometime soon. Instead, I chose to watch one of my favorite power metal bands, Stratovarius, because I truthfully don't know if I would ever have the chance to see them again. They started if off perfectly with the keyboard intro signaling the beginning of “Black Diamond,” a perfect opening number to lead off a set of mostly classic tunes from the bands Tolkki-led era with a smattering of more recent tunes sprinkled here and there. For those who still doubt Matias Kupiainen's place as guitarist of this band, one only needs to see them live to realize that the skill set is definitely there. He effortlessly nails all of his predecessor's licks, probably more out of respect to the die-hard fans more than anything, and when the band does break into a number off of more recent albums – like the incredible “Unbreakable,” for instance – you hear that Matias has a firm grasp on the songwriting style needed for this band. Honestly, I loved the whole set, and when the band launched into one of the best power metal anthems ever written, “Hunting High and Low,” I lost it. Such a great show! Amazing, symphonic power metal played fast, precise, and with plenty of style and grace.


After a bite to eat and a glimpse at the Todd Latore-fronted Queensryche tearing it up (he really is a perfect Tate replacement), I once again made a huge decision. I decided to skip the ever-worsening Opeth (what...the hell...happened to Mikael's growl?) and go for one of my favorite thrash acts of all time, the Canadian juggernaut that is Annihilator. It is unfortunate that Dave Padden is no longer in the band as I felt he was the perfect vocalist for the foursome, but all the same I'm just happy to see Jeff Waters and co. tear this place a new one. So many great thrashers ranging from the likes of “W.T.Y.D.” to “King of the Kill” to newest single “Suicide Society.” And let's not forget the top-notch musicianship all around, but especially from Mr. Waters. The quintessential thrash guitarist, he's got the speed and intensity to match the best of them, but he also throws in more than a healthy dose of Angus Young-esque whimsy into every damn solo. An amazing set highlight came from ex-drummer (and current Dream Theater skinsman) Mike Mangini rejoining the band onstage to blaze through the always-enthralling “Set The World On Fire.” Wow!

Speaking of, it was very cool to see Dream Theater for the first time in about twelve years. Despite inconsistency with how they present themselves on albums (“ok, this album is super Yes and Rush worship, but this album is complete metal mayhem!”), I've been a fan for about two decades now and I was thrilled to hear them play a set of heavy material that I was very familiar with. To hear “As I Am” live and in the flesh was pure magic, as was actually getting to see the enthralling epic that was “Metropolis.” But after having a laugh at all the crying Brazilian men in the crowd during “The Spirit Carries On,” I decided to skip the second half of the set because I really wanted to see Armored Saint tear it up underneath the big top. The tracks were heavy, and career-spanning! And lead vocalist Bruce Wil-...I mean, John Bush is in top-notch form as a singer. He still belts it out from the diaphragm and doesn't give a flying fuck if you think it's dated. This was about as pure as metal gets, folks. It was very unapologetic, and therefore it was fantastic. It's actually too bad that they were immediately followed by Samael, who literally proceeded to attempt to obliterate any memories of previous bands from that day. They absolutely killed! A very powerful set of industrial metal heavier than most, this is a band that age has not slowed. Worph is still one of the most badass and underrated growling vocalists out there, and his brother Xy's lush soundscapes literally made everything sound larger than life. On a side note, it was also good to see that Drop from the much-missed Sybreed has a new gig as Samael's bassist. Very awesome!

Walked back over to the main stage area to barely catch the last song - “Stillborn” - of the ever-boring Black Label Society. Zakk is a badass, and his stuff with Ozzy is legendary, but this band is about as tedious as trying to push a full wheelbarrow uphill. Speaking of metal musicians whose relevancy was left behind several years previous, the next headliner coming to the main stage was none other than the once-mighty In Flames. I am usually not one to take the stance of 'oh, this band was better when...' but this is a band that I very much make an exception for. Most aspects of their former Swedish melo-death godliness have withered away into this...thing that really, really, really wishes they were a hardcore/nu-metal band. Sure they play some great old songs like “Bullet Ride,” “Cloud Connected,” and “Take This Life,” but it sounded so forced and uninspired, like 'do we really have to still play this?' Sigh, it's just a different band now. The vibe has changed. It used to be a band for headbangers and moshers with black band tees. Now it's a band for hipster barbers with fixed-gear bicycles. The only thing energetic on this stage was the pyrotechnics and light show. I really wanted to see Running Wild immediately afterwards, but In Flames was literally the straw that broke this camel's back for this day.

Saturday, August 1st, 2015

The previous day's steadily decreasing sprinkles had yielded even a bit of sunshine to try and dry up some areas of the mushy grounds, the process only being bolstered by a sunny and warm Saturday. My faithful companion and I trudged through the leftover muck to make our way through to catch the first bands of the day performing on the main stage area. First band we noticed was the murky black metal of Khold, which despite being very 'meh' for the wife was just the kinda jolt I needed to finally wake up. I haven't been a very inspired black metal listener since the days of Milwaukee Metalfest back at the turn of the century, but even I can get a bit nostalgic for bands that still have that noisey, grim-and-frostbitten bludgeoning wall-of-sound going on. Follow that up with a trek over to catch the last of Kataklysm on the party stage. They're kind of one of those bands that still flies the old school death metal flag but with a reverence to new school sound, if that makes any sense. Like they are just intense enough to gain the new, brutal death metal fans, but they also know how to pace themselves so that the longtime fans can still carry the torch for them. Gotta respect a band that straddles the line like that.

Powerwolf was a band I'd been looking forward to seeing ever since they were announced for this fest. I'm a huge fan of their very unique take of power metal, which utilizes a lot of church organs, extremely operatic vocals, and a VERY bombastic style usually not seen in the genre. Their set was incredible! The set list had plenty of tunes from their damn-near-perfect new album, Blessed and Possessed, as well as cuts from their previous few albums such as “We Drink Your Blood,” “Sanctified with Dynamite,” and “Amen and Attack.” As many amazing bands as I saw this weekend, this set was one of the best the whole weekend.

The next killer set of the day was a special “Tales From The Thousand Lakes” anniversary show from the amazing Finnish sextet of Amorphis. Holy shit, this was amazing! This album is such a landmark for metal in general and to hear it played in it's entirety was truly incredible. The band killed it through such incredible cuts as “The Castaway,” “Black Winter Day,” and “Drowned Maid,” and I was immediately caught offguard by who was doing the vocals! Tomi Joutson has been in the band for a decade now, but I apparently have been oblivious to the fact that HE does the death metal-style vocals these days instead of rhythm guitarist Tomi Koivusaari. They sound uncannily similar thankfully, and he really kills it on this older material just as much as he does with music the band has released during his tenure. The band closed it out on the one-two punch of “Against Widows,” and “My Kantelle,” and all I wanted was more. Truthfully, the only thing lacking from this set was at least a song or two from the Joutson era. I would have killed to hear “Silver Bride,” in the context of an open-air festival. I guess next time.

I only caught the beginning of Danko Jones' set, but what I heard was decent. Totally, straight-up, no-frills hard rock. It was good, but just not what I was in the mood for at all after the last couple blistering sets. With that, I ventured to the Bullhead City Circus stages for the first time today to catch a band that we'd seen in some of the commercials on the video screens between bands on the main stages, and that was Beyond the Black. At first listen you'd be forgiven for thinking 'yeah, another keyboard-driven, female-fronted euro-metal band.' Lord knows there seems to be way too many of those around these days. That being said, there's enough of a power metal influence that this music has an ebb and flow to it missing from similar bands; there's just more energy. Songs like “When Angels Fall” and “Hallelujah” have a good energy to them. I'm interested to check these guys out further. And carrying that thought over, let me tell you about the next band that played on the Headbanger Stage, that being Walking Dead on Broadway. Very unexpected to hear an amazing deathcore band at this festival, but here they were. And they ripped! I know a lot of folks don't dig the style, but if you're open-minded and you dig the breakdowns, fantastic guitar tones, and pig squeals, this band is totally right up your alley. They tend to lean towards the Carnifex, Boris the Blade, and Fit For An Autopsy school, and that suits me just fine! Go check them out...I know I am!


Finally, another band I was desperate to see again for like the first time in over a decade, Cryptopsy took the stage and just...obliterated! There really is no other adjective to accurately describe what I call 'Extreme Tech Death,' of which I consider these guys the sole practitioners. Allow me to get on my soapbox here for a moment. People have been bagging on these guys since 2008, saying “oh, they sold out,” and “what's with the clean vocals? Lord Worm would never do that” (even though he did) and “weak, deathcore crap.” Any idiot with half a brain can listen to all of their material and realize it's the same band performing on every record and that they certainly never went deathcore. Every album they do has a breakdown or two, just listen for it. This set had material from several of their records, but with a limited time slot there obviously had to be some picking and choosing as to what songs to play, and it was obvious they chose to go with more older material. Songs like “Defenstration,” “Cold Hate, Warm Blood,” and the obligatory “Slit Your Guts” and “Phobophile” just totally slayed, but what really grabbed me were newer cuts like “Two-Pound Torch” and a brand new song whose name I can't recall unfortunately. I would have loved them to have raised a middle-finger to the haters and played “Worship Your Demons,” but there's always next time. Hopefully I won't need to wait fifteen years and nearly knock out a dude next to me burning me with his cigarette and trying to talk to me about how Cryptopsy's guitarist produced his band. Look dude, it's been twelve years since I've seen them...I couldn't give a fuck about YOUR band while THEY are onstage. Rant over.

Made our way back to the main stage area and caught the tail end of Rock Meets Classic and I immediately wished they had been playing at a different time than Cryptopsy. Dee Snider was the vocalist on stage and they were blazing through AC/DC's “Highway to Hell” and it was really killer! I'm also a huge fan of anything involving members of Primal Fear, so doubley-pissed that I missed this. But thankfully we made it to a good spot up front to catch Bloodbath. One of those bands that is just undeniably great, a supergroup comprised of members of Katatonia, Opeth, and now Paradise Lost with the addition of vocalist Nick “Old Nick” Holmes performing old school Swedish death metal in the vein of great bands like Entombed, Edge of Sanity, Dismember, and many others. I'm not as familiar with the blood-soaked band's material as I should be, but my favorite song of theirs was included in the set, the blistering “Mock the Cross.” To the delight of many old school fans, former drummer/guitarist/vocalist Dan Swano took the stage and did the final song, “Eaten.” Awesome!

Onward to a truly amazing live spectacle, the mighty Swedish warmasters Sabaton took the stage with this incredible energy that not many other bands can muster. The stage set included pyro, fog, and a fucking TANK!!! It was just the drum riser, but still! Our snow camo-clad heroes took the stage and blazed through the obligatory opener “Ghost Division,” which really is about as powerful a set opener as anyone has, truthfully. Great tracks like “Carolus Rex” (heavy on the pyrotechnics), “No Bullets Fly,” and “To Hell and Back” were some great ragers, and about the only thing as good as the music is the stage banter and antics of lead vocalist Joakim Broden and his cohorts. He really eggs the crowd on, and the crowd returns the favor with CONSTANT chanting of “NOCH EIN BIER!!! NOCH EIN BIER!!!” prompting Mr. Broden to chug entire bottles in mere seconds, to the crowd's delight. That same chant, even prompted a songtitle name change to the amazing track, “Got Mit Uns.” In summary, this was probably my second favorite set of the weekend, and only because Savatage just could not be topped. I am waiting anxiously for the DVD, which Joakim stated was being filmed at that very show.

Judas Priest needs no introduction. So badass to see them headline this festival! The setlist was as you would expect from a band that's been around for 40 years, chock full of career-spanning hits from their many classic albums. Complete with a wardrobe change on near every song for vocalist Rob Halford, the leather/stud outfits, the motorcycle, an impressive light show and stage set, this band was not constrained whatsoever by the size of the stage, and the crowd ate them up. Everyone in the band is holding it down like always, and new guitarist Ritchie Faulkner has definitely earned his place here...he pays homage to K.K.'s iconic parts and stage movements, and fits in perfectly. Much to my delight, the encore began with my all-time favorite Priest track, intro-ed by drummer Scott Travis, the mighty “Painkiller” which of course prompted my falsetto, sing-along participation. And yet despite a lengthy set, it seemed like it was over as quickly as it began. Too bad, it was a goddamn good time!

Deciding to skip Cradle of Filth and see some more underground stuff (YES, there were still more bands playing after Judas Priest...how awesome!), I headed back to the tent area to catch the last couple tunes from the legendary Obituary. I get what kind of legacy the band has and I understand what they have done for the scene over the years, but I firmly believe that this band's best days are kinda behind them, and their performance was a feedback-infested mess that everyone around me seemed to be losing their shit over. Maybe I just don't have my thumb on the pulse of the scene anymore, but I think this band has devolved into something rather boring. More my kind of death metal, the only thing that has devolved about Norway's Blood Red Throne is their pedigree. A previous selling point of the band used to be the near-supergroup status they had when they formed, over the years boasting members that had performed with Satyricon, Emperor, Deeds of Flesh, Mayhem, Enslaved, and many others. These days, Død is the only remaining original member and is keeping his band as brutal as ever. The music is not slam, not core, not old-school, and not tech. It is just go-for-the-jugular brutal death metal ripe with blast beats, half-time headbang sections, and vocals that are borderline evil and sinister. After this, the last band of the weekend for us was Shining. Something of a novelty band, but good luck finding anyone that doesn't at least enjoy them if not outright love them, I really dig their blending of bleak black metal with modern production values and jazz/fusion influence. Their music is harsh, yet technically proficient. Read between the lines, it's interesting as hell and worth checking out. That being said, this was probably the most I'd been exposed to their music in one sitting and I was enjoying it very much. It was kind of a perfect end to a downright exhausting day/weekend, as it was just the right kind of atmosphere to kinda wear me down gradually so that I could resign myself to the walk to the vehicle and some shuteye.

I'm not going to lie to you. After we walked out of that festival entrance I was downright heartbroken and depressed. I have never – not once – had a better concert experience than this Wacken Open Air, my introduction to European open-air festivals, and I did not want to leave. I did not want the festival to be over. I felt like I could have done an entire week of this and been left wanting more.

It was not just the bands either, it was the overall experience. The festival was organized very well, and despite the horrid weather that made the festival grounds about as inhospitable as you can get, the bands never ran late, and technical difficulties were kept to a near-invisible minimum. The staff that worked the grounds were top-notch, directing traffic, doing their best to counter the mud with Bobcats hauling wood chips, assisting me with finding a ridiculously lost wife (ahem, who forgot there was a map of the campgrounds on her Wacken iPhone app), and providing first aid assistance with our sores from our rainboots.

Then we get to the concert-goers who...look, I'm sorry, but I'm over the beergut-infested, white trash, alpha males who permeate big festivals in the U.S. Put your Budweiser down, put your shirt back on (reattach the sleeves, please), and go for the bands, not an excuse to get shitfaced and get in a fight because its a fun thing to do and “fuck that guy.” No, the people who were in attendance at this festival were so friendly it was ridiculous. I never saw a single fight...not once. I never saw a single crowd-surfer get dropped...not once. I never saw a scantilly-clad, metal babe get groped...not once. The level of respect that people had for each other at this show was mind-blowing. Even now as I type this out I'm shaking my head at how awful we are to each other here in the States, even at an event where we should be all having a good time. And then we get into the hilariousness of how they carried themselves. Yeah, you had the serious long-haired metal bros who would compare patch vests (I was envious of a few battlejackets I saw), but then you had dudes who would dress like their favorite bands (I saw Ensiferum-esque warpaint and loinclothes on a few occasions, and Sabaton had some fans in the crowd who also buzzed mohawks into their hair and wore aviators just like Joakim Broden), as well as fans who obviously were out to be funny by sporting – I am not making this up – patch ROBES! Yep...pink, terrycloth robes with black metal patches sewn on, caked in mud. Try finding that level of whimsy here.

Bottom line is this. This was a very expensive trip for the wife and I. Take away the extra week of German vacation we did after the fest, and this trip with airfare, rental vehicle, food, drink, souvenirs, and concert tickets was still probably about $1800-2200 for the two of us. Understand though, we WILL do it all over again someday, sooner rather than later. We will go back to Wacken again, and now that we've had a taste of the Eurofestival experience, we are considering shows like Graspop, Party.San, Hellfest, and others for future vacations.

I would not trade this experience for anything.

./www.wacken.com