So finally here we are, trying once again to tell you in writing a bunch of experiences and feelings. We hope you appreciated our photo report, and we hope you’ll appreciate even more our efforts to drive you through this last Primavera Sound with our words.

Our Festival started Wednesday night and the dances have been opened by Swedish band Goat with their tribal pop and their spectacular stage afflatus. An exhibition universally praised which has well prepared the audience for the brit-pop of London-based Suede. Brett Anderson, their almost-fifty-years-old frontman, still seems to have a lot of energy and has ridden the stage spending all himself without hesitations (and, in the end, without shirt). Younger and better people than me said that during that night Suuns and Empress Of have offered a gorgeous show in Apolo and Barts clubs, but I’m getting old so I opted for bed and rest.

Suede - Dani Canto

And that choice has not been so terrible, since it permitted me to enjoy, soon on Thursday morning, the exhibition of Israeli duo Noga Erez, who made my breakfast very plaesant with the fresh sound of their well-refined electro-pop. The band played at Primavera Pro, in Barcelona’s center, and in the same place I had the pleasure to listen to Oh Pop!, an Australian indie-pop group which has caught my attention on Soundcloud and that in live version surely maintained its promises.


In the afternoon the Parc de Forum is sunny and hot, excitement is everywhere, but sweetness too, and we’ve found plenty of that at the Adidas stage during Julien Baker‘s concert. No one in the audience managed to stay unmoved in front of the slander gracefulness of this Memphis-based songstress. The same effect raised, just one hour later, the fragile voice of Elena Tonra and the melancholic, bittersweet sound of Daughter. Surely one of the best concerts of this edition, the British trio gifted a perfect exhibition and during Youth emotion was palpable in the air as in the eyes of everybody.

Daughter - Eric Pamies

Less touching has been, on the other hand, the live of french-touch duo Air. Probably because of the unfitting context and due to an exhibition “perfect” but at the same time very cold, even great songs like Kelly Watch the Stars or Cherry Blossom Girl didn’t have the taste you’d expect them to have. For that reason we decided to move and gain a closer spot for the upcoming arrival of Explosions in the Sky. A part from an embarrassing almost-spanish introduction, the Austin-based group didn’t miss a hit wisely mixing a first part full of tracks from 2016’s The Wilderness with their most awaited ancient glories.

Explosions in the Sky - EricPamies

Finally, coming to the so-called headliners, we have to admit that we missed more than half of the Tame Impala‘s show due to our tiredness, but we hereby confirm that the Australian band is getting every year more appreciable and that their lives still remain a valuable psychedelic experience, probably even more valuable if you are stoned as the majority of the bystanders. The real problems started with the war of places for LCD Soudsystem, which has shown the worst side of every nationality. It’s hard to enjoy a concert being squashed between people trying to physically overcome you and that’s why only a deep fan of James Murphy could have beared all that despite load of previous hours standing up in front of many stages. I have to confess I’m not an afecionado, and that’s why, after the first hour and even if the show was being truly pleasant, I opted for escape. Later one friend told me that LCD Soundsystem are a group you either love or just don’t dislike: I think I belong to the second category.

Tame Impala - Eric Pamies

That’s how we lived the first day of Primavera’s triad, between sweet female voices, heartbreaking post-rock chords and less likeable suffocating experiences. Keep following our tale, we’ll be back soon with more stories from our beguiling week in Barcelona.

All photos by Eric Pamies and Dani Canto, courtesy of Primavera Sound Festival.