Frost and Fire IV
Metal Chaos Magazine's review of Frost & Fire by Kit Ekman
Metal Chaos Magazine's review of Frost & Fire by Kit Ekman
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FROST AND FIRE <strong>IV</strong><br />
Ventura, California<br />
October 4-6, 2018<br />
By Kit Ekman<br />
Photos by Stephan Bachmann<br />
Within a very short period of time,<br />
<strong>Frost</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Fire</strong> has garnered a<br />
reputation as the gold st<strong>and</strong>ard of<br />
underground true heavy metal<br />
festivals in the United States. And<br />
why not? Start with an organizing<br />
team that is motivated, experienced,<br />
<strong>and</strong> meticulous. Build on that<br />
foundation with stacked, all-killer-nofi<br />
l l e r l i n e u p s t h a t c a n s t a n d<br />
unflinchingly alongside even the<br />
most revered of their European<br />
counterparts. Add an audience<br />
consisting of roughly 500 die-hards<br />
from around the world (I swear,<br />
sometimes it feels like there are more<br />
Europeans than Americans at F&F),<br />
the vast majority of them being<br />
awesome people <strong>and</strong> kindred spirits.<br />
It’s the kind of event where, every time<br />
you turn around, you see a dear friend<br />
that you encounter all too rarely, so<br />
you stop what you’re doing, grin <strong>and</strong><br />
give them a hug because you’re so<br />
happy to see them. Top it all off with<br />
t h e p i c t u r e s q u e b a c k d r o p o f<br />
downtown Ventura, California, a<br />
beachside paradise situated roughly<br />
an hour north of Los Angeles. The<br />
result is a surefire winner, every<br />
single time. <strong>Frost</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Fire</strong> has<br />
definitely become my favorite festival<br />
in the world, <strong>and</strong> I’d wager that a<br />
sizeable percentage of attendees<br />
would concur.<br />
That said, event organizers Night<br />
Demon (who hail from Ventura) strive<br />
to avoid stagnancy, so they tinker<br />
with the formula <strong>and</strong> logistics from<br />
year to year. For this edition, the<br />
m o s t v i s i b l e c h a n g e w a s t h e<br />
elimination of Bombay Bar & Grill as<br />
the primary fest venue; indeed,<br />
Bombay wasn’t part of F&F at all this<br />
year, <strong>and</strong> the only time I walked inside<br />
the place was to enjoy a tasty Bloody<br />
Mary on Saturday morning. That’s a<br />
major change, indeed, but the<br />
organizers’ h<strong>and</strong> was forced by<br />
operational changes at Bombay that<br />
were simply not conducive to a<br />
continued relationship with the fest.<br />
Instead, all events, save the afterparties,<br />
were conducted at the<br />
spacious Majestic Ventura Theater.<br />
It’s a beautiful, cavernous old facility<br />
with a generous stage, excellent<br />
lighting, <strong>and</strong> a sloped, tiered floor that<br />
guarantees superb sightlines for all.<br />
The 15-minute set changeovers<br />
allowed ample time to socialize, refill<br />
one’s glass, explore merch <strong>and</strong><br />
vendor tables, take smoke breaks,<br />
use the restroom, etc., between<br />
b<strong>and</strong>s, which was nice. (By contrast,<br />
at Bombay, there was a two-stage<br />
format, meaning that b<strong>and</strong>s were<br />
playing at all times, forcing painful<br />
decisions of whether to watch a killer<br />
b<strong>and</strong> or socialize/ use the loo / get<br />
another drink.) With “only” seven<br />
b<strong>and</strong>s appearing each day (as<br />
compared to the 12 or more in years<br />
past), it seemed easier to devote<br />
mental energy to each act while they<br />
were onstage <strong>and</strong> enjoy them fully,<br />
with an allotted music time of 4:30<br />
p.m. – midnight (or 3:30 p.m. –<br />
midnight on Saturday).<br />
An experiment was the “Pit Pass,”<br />
which meant that only patrons who<br />
paid a sizeable premium were allowed<br />
into the floor area immediately in<br />
front of the stage (at least for the first<br />
two <strong>and</strong> a half days, until the rule was<br />
jettisoned with no announcement). It<br />
worked out well for me because I paid<br />
that premium, <strong>and</strong> there was plenty<br />
of space in the pit; it was easy to find<br />
friends there, <strong>and</strong> the quotient of<br />
wasted lunkheads looking to cause<br />
trouble was kept to an absolute<br />
minimum. But I do underst<strong>and</strong> there<br />
was some grousing about the policy<br />
in certain quarters. The classiest part<br />
about the festival? Oh, that’s easy. A<br />
large Manilla Road banner hung from<br />
the balcony (which was closed off, by<br />
the way) to honor the memory of the<br />
late, great Mark “The Shark” Shelton.<br />
Sometimes a b<strong>and</strong> would be playing<br />
<strong>and</strong> I’d turn around <strong>and</strong> look up,<br />
catching a glimpse of that banner <strong>and</strong><br />
feeling Shark’s spirit in the room,<br />
keeping a watchful eye over us all <strong>and</strong><br />
guiding us to the heavy metal<br />
promised l<strong>and</strong>.<br />
Photo: Shelton Family Archives<br />
Was the festival perfect? Well, no,<br />
perfection is an unattainable ideal,<br />
after all. Far <strong>and</strong> away the biggest<br />
source of discontent was the Ventura<br />
Theater itself. Drawbacks that<br />
rankled attendees ranged from the<br />
lack of air conditioning (it was so hot<br />
inside that my clothes were spotted<br />
with salt stains from profuse sweat at<br />
the end of each night – Ragnarokkrera<br />
Bob Byrne would have died), to<br />
the unappetizing food options<br />
(cardboard-flavored pizza anyone?),<br />
to the egregiously overpriced drinks