You will not hear a finer set of vocals cords all weekend than the baritone brilliance of King Goat’s hooded frontman Anthony Trimmings. He has a deep rumbling but entrancingly melodic voice that treads the fine line between booming and bewitching. His luscious tones are the perfect accompaniment to King Goat’s singular take on doom. Essentially, this is the bastard offspring of Black Sabbath and Hawkwind. Theirs’ is a stripped back and strikingly simple reimagining of slow, pendulous Metal but peppered with almost trance like prog. Their most recent offering, “Debt of Aeons” was a minimalistic tour de force of soaring vocals of understated riffs. Live, they promise an almost ceremonial experience. So, escape the bright sunshine (here’s hoping) of the outside world and travel into the dark of the cavernous Sophie Lancaster stage for a journey into the magical recesses of Doom. As Vinnie Jones (almost) once said “It’s going to be Emotional”.

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