Primavera, Barcelona’s premium live music festival, is a sun-powered fun incubator that nearly killed us all, in a good way. i-D online look back on the highlights from three days and three sleepless nights!
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There are a hundred reasons why Barcelona provides the ideal canvas for a festival, and why Primavera, the brilliantly curated live music marathon, is one of the best festivals on earth. Cloudless skies, abundant quality food and a local population of friendly, nocturnal fun-seekers, makes for a test-tube perfect environment for good times. No tents, no jumpers, no mud, and no queues. Pastel-perfect sunsets and sunrises frame scantily clad bronzed revellers, ready to be caught mid-dance, mid-lens flare around every corner. It’s a very pretty affair.
A mighty string to Primavera’s sparkling bow is the quality of curators manning the bill, including Pitchfork and ATP, each bringing a whole lot of goodness to the table. Pitchfork hosted some of the most memorable shows of the festival including Kindness hip wiggling to an all new kind of disco-soul, A$AP Rocky inspiring a bunch of booty shaking, and Trash Talk’s frontman Lee marching out across the crowd like the demonic lizard he is.
Further afield, bigger stages made up with epic light shows and kilowatt speakers for what they lacked in intimacy. Spiritualized, the XX and M83 brought a bleak concrete car park to life on the (massive) Mini Stage. The Cure played a three hour long set to a crowd split between hard core fanatics, and the rest, hanging on for dear life for those first tip toe bars of Lovecats. Justice did a respectable job standing in for the much missed cancellation Björk, and shut down the main stage on the final night with an unfathomably loud set, blowing the fragile minds out of everyone in their aural path!
Text: Posy Dixon
Photography: Stephanie Sian Smith