Dust. That’s the name of the game. On the hottest day of the weekend, with not a drop of rain in site and tens of thousands of people making tracks towards the water and merch lines now fighting for their life, Donington has gone from a verdant green field to an arid Sahara orange, kicking dust up into the air at the nearest hint of a breakdown. It’s a mosher’s paradise, as long as you brought your Claritin and left your white clothing at home. We just about survived the heat, but how did the acts fare? Words: Fiachra Johnston and Lisa Fox. Images: Penny Bennett and Download Festival / Abbie Shipperley Polaris If I had a nickel for every time an Australian band opened up the Apex stage at Download Festival I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’...
