After much teasing, the lineup for this year’s Coachella Music Festival and Vegan Chili Cook-Off has been announced. It is OK. I mean, as expansive as its gotten, you pretty much have to be a fan of no music whatsoever to not be able to find anything you’d be psyched to see in there. (After a quick personal peruse: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Wu-Tang, OMD, Sparks.) But the top-line is so-so, surprising, and lame, respectively. Stone Roses are really that commercially popular in 2013? Phoenix can anchor a night now? There’s a lingering constituency for the fucking Chili Peppers? In the search for fabled festival act envy, our eyes can’t help but wander.
But who’s bringing the most heat?
New York City’s own Governors Ball has the most aggressive lineup of its short lifespan, and has the added benefit of being only an extended mass transit trip away. Kanye’s a solid headliner, Kendrick Lamar the hungry upstart. Azealia Banks and Erykah Badu. Dino Jr. and Deerhunter. Animal Collective and Crystal Castles. A mystery headliner to balance out any Kings of Leon sadness. (They are most likely talking to everyone on Coachella’s top line for those.) And some of the mid-level acts that will be in Indio, like Divine Fits, maybe given just slightly more time? It’s not bad at all.
But the undisputed daydream champion for 2013 so far is Barcelona, Spain’s Primavera Sound:
Besides a locale that would be dreamy, even for that weird Sugar Ray cruise bill, you’ve got act after coveted act. A smattering of both Governors’ and Coachella’s more exciting names, plus My Bloody Valentine, Jesus and Mary Chain, Swans, and Fiona Apple. The Breeders playing Last Splash! Hipper small bands like Merchandise, Foxygen, and Death Grips. Breaths of cool mediterranean air like Neko Case and Camera Obscura. And The Knife. The Knife, who are getting Von Trier-ian in their refusal to set foot the U.S. The Knife, whose bonkers new single I spent a good 40 minutes listening to yesterday, before it disappeared from the Internet like I dreamed it. So, Primavera wins by several lengths.
Meanwhile, Tennessee’s Bonnaroo Festival is still in a phase of providing a series of silly hippy video clues that I just can’t imagine anyone poring over in any great detail. Here’s the 8th and latest:
I dunno, The Cranberries? Just tell us.