A long overdue return to Catalunya for another round of Primavera Sound, and what a doozy it was. Colin Stetson with his saxamophone, Neutral Milk Hotel->St Vincent->Queens of the Stone Age->Arcade Fire providing my own personal indie jukebox, Nic Offer's godless gyrating, Trent Reznor's intense emoting, Yamantaka//Sonic Titan summoning eldritch gods of rain, Sean Kuti's melding of A-grade Afrofunk and anti-neoliberalist ranting, Za! providing the glorious middle-ground between Boredoms and a.P.A.t.T I was unaware I so fervently needed and a frankly unwise quantity of absinthe. Still not got over the lack of pizza cones though.
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