Hammerfest: Pre-Festival Lunacy With Team Hammer
Team Hammer arrived onsite yesterday and we came to party. Hard.
We ask you this question: is it a little bit much if within 8 hours of arriving at Prestatyn, North Wales, we’ve had one of our staff nearly choke to death on a bison burger (they’re fucking lethal, I tell you! – Beez), locked three members of staff out of their rooms, blasted Whitesnake so loudly that one of our cans of lager fell off of the table without being touched and received a genuinely tear-inducing sermon from Hammer scribe Dom Lawson on why anyone who listens to Mister Mister in an ironic fashion is ‘a cunt’?
Welcome to Hammerfest. We’ve come for your clothes, your boots and your alcohol and we’re starting as we mean to go on.
Get all of the latest review, news and follow our shenanigans online all weekend on MetalHammer.co.uk and if you’re on your mobile, feel free to post your own stories right here! It’s not going to be one for the feint of heart!
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Metal. As. Fuck.
i woke up on saturday morning with “trevor mcdonald” “i met you at hammerfast” and “i lost the game” tattood on my leg