Festival Estéreo Picnic: Day 2 – Gorillaz in a hills
March 26, 2018 - Picnic Time
On day dual of Estéreo Picnic, a large guns broach an refreshing performance.
Saturday is a luminary day. It has a strongest lineup by a prolonged approach and a night is no disappointment. Not everybody delivers, though those that do unequivocally deliver. Gorillaz denote nonetheless again because they’re deliberate one of a excellent live acts around and Colombian colleagues yield some good support.
Ondatrópica are accurately what a festival needs as a night falls. The celebration starts here and everyone’s adult for some dancing. They’re a leftfield choice, unequivocally traditional, though that’s a ideal engagement for this time of day. De La Soul are late, though they’re on excellent form. Defying a years, they put in a clever show. They’re all spooky with a sides of a throng – perfectionist that one side afterwards a other hearten ever louder.
Kali Uchis is a diva, and she manages to captivate a second theatre with a positive and positive show. She’s set for large things, even if a sound is a small off. It’s a good spectacle, though a contrition her voice doesn’t entirely come by on a microphone.
Mac Demarco is a bit like a soothing chronicle of Mogwai. That’s always a genuine plus. It’s stoner music, and we wouldn’t acquit a use of marijuana, would we now? Still, a low-key strums and mini walls of sound unequivocally keep a feeling ticking over before a large boys get to a stage. A good filler rope for a bit of relaxation.
Bomba Estéreo are one of Colombia’s best ever bands. Before they come on, messages peep adult on a large screens propelling us to reject presidential possibilities that omit a environment. As a lights come on and a rope are laid bare, they slice loyal into ‘fuego’. With thespian Li Saumet whirling about in a pleasing yellow coat, it seems like this will be a festival highlight. Sadly, it’s downhill from there. Maybe a theatre is too big, though there’s something prosaic about a performance. Sporadic acclaim rings out, occasional bursts of dancing, though a throng aren’t in this.
In a smaller tent subsequent door, a smaller rope are giving a bigger performance. Dengue heat is lethal, and Dengue Dengue Dengue are positively murdering it tonight. This is a genuine Latin celebration – erotic beats inspiring wantonness dancing. The throng pulsates and writhes.
With a celebration rescued, we pierce expectantly towards a climax. Gorillaz don’t disappoint, either. Damon is 50 currently and he’s in a mood to put on a good show. Crisp, transparent beats hurl out and a whole assembly comes together. Fuck. This is it. This is what festivals are all about – 50,000 people all in one mood, all in one feeling, all dancing and screaming and moving and clapping and cheering and whirling around in overjoyed joy. The feeling is mutual adult on a stage, with clearly everybody entrance out to do a spin with Damon, from Kali Uchis to De La Soul.
Gorillaz are a rope that stay relevant, and nonetheless we get some classics during a end, a initial hour is only new stuff, including a code new song. After that comes a delivery of happy birthday for macy and a sound guy. After that, a child is dragged out of a throng to march his hulk glitterball on a hang that has Albarn transfixed. This is a unqualified opening from a loyal headliner. Right now, a sheet has been paid off 3 times over.
As a fireworks go off and people start a prolonged waste travel divided from a now-empty stage, there’s still some-more to come. Bonobo are on a third tent, and they yield a smaller, insinuate choice to their bigger cousins a Gorillaz. It’s perfect. Big walls of sound interspersed with some-more ambient sounds yield a comedown pillow after a fad of a categorical stage. By a time a set is over, we take a prolonged travel to a prolonged train float with happy hearts.