The first day of Download 2026 leaned heavily into turn-of-the-century sounds, as P.O.D., Hollywood Undead, and Creeper delivered sets that balanced nostalgia with genuine communal energy.
Castle Donington swelled with nearly 100,000 people on Friday, many in baggy jeans and red caps, as Download Festival opened with an unmistakable nu-metal theme. The booking felt less like a retro novelty and more like a re-centering of a sound that never fully left the UK festival circuit.
P.O.D. launched the day with the crunch of “Boom,” their 30-minute slot a lean shot of California rap-rock. Frontman Sonny Sandoval prowled the stage, calling the front rows a “lion’s den,” and the early afternoon crowd answered. “Youth of the Nation” became the first real mass singalong, its chanted hook cutting across generations. Guitarist Marcos Curiel dedicated a charged version of “Alive” to his newborn daughter, born the night before—a moment that added weight without tipping into sentimentality.
Hollywood Undead followed on the same Apex stage, witnessed from the new Budweiser-viewing platform that gives a clean, elevated perspective over the main arena. The masked crew cycled through “Everywhere I Go” and a Neil Diamond interpolation that stirred brief football-terrace chants, a reminder that Download’s community thrives on shared references beyond metal alone.
At the Opus stage, Creeper staged the first of their two weekend performances as a condensed horror-pantomime drawn from their recent Sanguivore albums. Will Ghould, describing the set as an honour after attending the festival since he was 13, moved through “Lovers Led Astray” and “Headstones” before the Mistress of Death character beheaded him to close. The theatricality suited the slot, though its reliance on new material left little room for earlier fan staples.
By late afternoon, Pendulum packed the Apex field to its edges, the Australian group’s electronic-rock blend pulling one of the day’s largest audiences. As Friday faded, Download’s 2026 edition had already made its case: nostalgia here isn’t a costume—it’s the engine.
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