GUNNERSBURY PARK, LONDON
“HOLY SHIT!” FRED Durst can’t seem to believe his eyes. “Holy shit!”
When nu metal legends Limp Bizkit explode onto the stage to the strains of the atmosphere at Gunnersbury Park is electric. Bedecked in his signature red cap, oversized shirt and even more comedically oversized gold chain, Fred has a glint in his eye, offering a knowing wink and a nod to their renewed infamy as scapegoats for the welldocumented chaos of Woodstock ’99. He seems to revelwhich, for a moment, feels like it might induce a similar situation.
