Like any festival, except added so, Coachella has three things that suck: accepting in, accepting out and accepting there. Lord, the torments we abide for music. But this weekend, the music was added than enough, acquisition a lot of of the planet's best fit-and-working bands in the arid heat. Coachella '07 was the abode to apprehend amazing new bands I never heard of (The Feeling), bands I consistently kinda admired but not abundant to bother seeing reside (Arcade Fire), bands I ahead wrote off but was absolutely amiss about (Klaxons). A quick highlight loop:
Best of the fest: LCD Soundsystem, by far. The accepted six-person touring calendar is the a lot of bloodthirsty reside bandage around, with the guitarist from Hot Chip and the bagman from The Juan McLean affective "All My Friends" and "North American Scum" far accomplished their already-mindblowing flat versions. Best appearance I've apparent all year, besides the one they did endure ages at New York's Bowery Ballroom. They had Coachella's happiest army too, ambagious in the Sahara Accoutrement beneath a behemothic mirror ball. I can't anticipate of addition bandage I would say this about, but if I took somebody to this gig and they didn't accept the best time of their life, I would accept they were greatly fucked in the head.
Hottest decade: The Nineties were EVERYWHERE. What was this, the Tibetan Freedom Fest? Rage, Björk, the Chili Peppers, the Lemonheads, techno, trip-hop, punk, glow-sticks, Perry Farrell, cameos — there was even a shitty ska band! (Sorry, didn't break continued abundant to get their name.) Nobody would accept been afraid to see Tupac in the Mojave Tent.
Best surprise: Arcade Fire. They paced it brilliantly, extenuative their best songs for a consecutive acme -- I had no abstraction I admired them so much, but for the endure 5 or six songs, starting with "Wake Up," every addition fabricated me go, "hey, THIS one." "Rebellion (Lies)" was one of those banal dark anniversary adventures area the army has this massive moment together, as couples of all sexes begin abandoned spots on the grass for authoritative out.
No abruptness at all: The Port-o-Potties, which fabricated you wanna borrow a braid and accord yourself a belly bypass.
Biggest laugh: The Coachella staff, a agglomeration of bargain amateurs. Nice association and all, absolute chichi in their chicken polo shirts, but not accomplished to handle boxy questions like "Where's the exit?" or "Why is Crowded House playing?" Rookie aegis has its advantages, admitting -- I begin a atom to blooper through the fence, appropriate abaft the Hawaiian Shaved Ice booth. This adored me an hour's airing from the parking lot to the entrance, additional a four-hour delay in the Will Call line. So how did I absorb those 5 added hours? I rocked in bulk, and anesthetized the accumulation on to you. Thanks, Hawaiian Shaved Ice!
Most abrupt fan fave: !!!, arresting "chick banty chick," whose Nu Shooz-meets-Neu disco jailbait arranged the Mojave Accoutrement with bags of fans. You couldn't clasp into the !!! tent, but everybody backward to ankle in the barbarous afternoon sun. The accoutrement next aperture was absolutely empty, with a brace of techno DJs spinning. And you anticipation !!!'s fan abject consisted of three stops on the L-train.
Weirdest party: Girl Talk's Greg Gillis was amazing -- clearly, calling this man a simple mash-up DJ is like calling Kierkegaard a sportswriter. What was Paris Hilton accomplishing up there? Well, in the abiding words of Tone Loc, she capital to appear onstage, and do a little dance. So she did.
Ugliest bastards: Happy Mondays, aged hooligans agee their melons in foreground of alarmingly bashed Brits agreeable for "Grandbag's Funeral." No Bez, no Paul, no Rowetta. One attending at Shaun Ryder and you will never blow addition biologic in your life. At atomic not until the music ends and you apprehend that alone massive doses of baneful chemicals will affluence the affliction of accepting out of the parking lot. "Kinky Afro" was a scream. The new songs? Not so much.
Toughest troopers: The Cribs and the Fratellis (tie). Two belligerent adolescent Brit bands, ashore in a hellhole early-afternoon accoutrement slot, played back-to-back sets and aloft hell like it was THEIR OWN SHOW. That's how you do it. A hell of a lot added fun than the Arctic Monkeys.
Best altercation starter: Bjölrk. Transcendent ability or bombastic blatant of the damned?
Best abode to get clubbed by dipshit cops: The campgrounds on Saturday night, area an after-hours affair of 200 or so admirers got raided by addled Indio badge in abounding anarchism gear. What affectionate of bobcat wears a SWAT helmet to go apprehension a few ashen Lemonheads fans?
Best abode to watch hippies ball to "Ice Cream": Ghostface Killah
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