
High on the sea cliffs of North Yorkshire, where the deep-cloven vale of the river Esk flows out at last to the North Sea, hard by the ruins of the great abbey where in the year 644 the fate of free-thinking celtic Christianity was sealed and the dominion of Rome made complete, lies Whitby, ancient fishing village, Victorian spa, landing place of Dracula and birthplace of the Vampyre tradition. And in the dying years of the twentieth century, as mainstream popular culture was consumed and subverted by greed and comoditisation, birthplace of a new legend and second home for the darkling throng who clung, fierce in their independence, to the one creative tradition born of Punk which simply refused to die. Welcome, in this tenth aniversary year, to the Whitby Gothic Weekend!
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For this tenth aniversary year, the usual two day festival had been extended to four days, with three bands each night. Inkubus Sukkubus, who have played Whitby many times before and were here at the very first WGW, had the honour of headlinging the opening night, and I in turn had the great honour of attending the event as a guest of the band, with unprecedented access to to photograph and document every aspect of their time here, both on and off stage. In these pages I've tried to do bring the events of that weekend to life, in a way that will be accessible both to the many fans and friends who were there, and also for all those who couldn't make it.
It really was one wild weekend. Enjoy!
- Pyromancer Stormshadow, Sheffield, January 2004