Fleet Foxes played the main stage to a huge crowd on the last evening of the festival. Other festival goers opting instead to take in the beautiful musings of the Album Leaf and sway to the irresistible electronics, ambient and sleep inducing vocals of Jimmy LaValle.
Gang Gang Dance had to take a back seat as I was steered towards the Champions League final. What better place to watch Barcelona beat Man U, than surrounded by rowdy music fans in Barcelona. This festival couldn’t possibly get any better? I beg to differ.
I caught a sneaky bit of PJ Harvey before skipping off to the amazing James Blake DJ set. Harvey opened the set with the title track form her latest album, Let England Shake as well as The Words That Maketh Murder and The Glorious Land. But there wasn’t much note worthy about her performance, as she made way for Animal Collective.
The biggest joy of the festival was the stumbling upon of Odd Future, or Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All, to give them their full title. They stole the show, confirmation came from the 100 people who stormed the stage during their final song. I was so overwhelmed I found myself inexplicitly joining in with the chanting of “F*** the Police” as if spurred on by their ringleader; Tyler the Creator. They’re calling him, the guy who is going to revolutionise hiphop and I think the 20 year old, genius producer may just have the balls to do it. He pulled off a spectacular stage dive, worthy of the Olympics, all the while sporting his American Apparel tube socks and rapping.
The controversial LA band had the crowd in hysterics with their intentionally obnoxious lyrics and performance. It was a synth heavy, almost violently energetic production. The crowd who weren’t clambering head first for the stage seemed to be stunned into silence, instead choosing to stare in awe, as the group and crowd alike went crazy, bouncing on decks and kicking amps in.
The other most entertaining performance of the Saturday came from the most unlikely of genres; Caspa with his dubstep charged set at 5am. It was the perfect way to finish, even though everybody was on their last legs, tired, exhausted, music-ed out, he still managed to assemble a huge crowd of dubstep enthusiasts to dance to his remixes and overwhelming bass lines.
Like all good stories Primavera had to come to an end, but like all great film franchises there’s always room for a sequel. And so consider this, if you will, an invitation to start planning your trip for next year.
