PRIMAVERA SOUND FESTIVAL (Barcelona Park del Forum, 25/05/11-29/05/11)
-Pulp, naturally. Managed to pogo my way to the front during opener Do You Remember The First Time?, sang my heart out to the likes of Disco 2000, This Is Hardcore and Babies, absolutely lost my shit when they played F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E and managed not to die during the inevitable insanity that accompanied Common People. Everything I could have hoped for, really.
-Mercury Rev playing Deserter's Songs. Absolutely magnificent, I nearly cried during “Opus 40”.
-Girl Talk's 5am dance party extravaganza. Ended up with several hundred hipsters singing along to Lulu. Yup.
-El Guincho, and not just because of the hot ladies in short shorts throwing pillows at each other/lezzing out.
-Dean Wareham. Haven't listened to much Galaxie 500, but this was gorgeous stuff.
-tUnE-YaRdS cajoling everyone to sing along to Hatari (although overall she's better without her band)
-Sufjan Stevens' Auditori light show.
-Of Montreal's Hissing Fauna-centric setlist. A Sentence of Sorts->Heidmalsgate->She's A Rejector = YES.
-Battles being Battles.
-John Cale's Paris 1919, although the newer songs he played afterwards were a tad ropey.
-Picnic at the Parc Central del Poblenou soundtracked by the 90’s indie-pop strains Comet Gain. Lovely way to spend an afternoon.
-James Blake. Whiney bollocks of the worst kind.
-Missing Gang Gang Dance/Glasser/Suicide Of Western Culture/Holy Ghost!
-Wayne Coyne becoming a parody of himself. His constant exhortations to "COME ON!" annoyed me so much I left after four songs. That said, still gutted that he arrived at the absinthe bar on Tuesday two minutes after we’d departed.
-Not seeing Emeralds because I got lost in the mountains and ended up 15 miles away from where I was supposed to be. Again.