The second day of Primavera Sound started with one of the most appreciated Italian project of the last year: Iosonouncane. The experimental and persuasive sounds of the Sardinian songwriter Jacopo Incani and his crew managed to draw the attention not only of my compatriots but for sure of some foreigners too.

After such an impressive start we moved to the Pitchfork stage to attend to Mistki’s show, personally one of the most awaited of the festival and the biggest disappointment of the three-day. Due to some kind of technical problem the audio of the jap-american songstress was feeble and completely overwhelmed by guitar and drums. Most of my friends did not even have the patience  to stay till Your Best American Girl. I resisted but it was a sad spectacle, especially considering the big amount of expectations we all had for that live.

We consoled ourselves with the second surprise of the festival: a not-scheduled show of Mogwai, where the Scottish band presented an integral version of their forthcoming new album Every Country’s Sun, which will be out on September via Rock Action (in the UK), Temporary Residence (in the U.S.), and Spunk (in Australia). We can only spoiler that the new work will be a very good example of Mogwai’s evolution over the last years, mixing a post-rock sound with a slight indie-rock afflatus.Mogwai playing at Bacardi Stage.

We came back to Pitchfork right in time for the show of Tennessee-based virtuous guitarist William Tyler, who managed to bewitch us with the sound a bit pop and a bit retrò of his last album Modern Country. There were, unfortunately, very few people attending to his performance, but we have been completely absorbed by his elegant chords from the first to the last piece.

After a quick dinner pause we took our spot near Heineken Stage for our first time with the British trio The XX. I was seriously expecting the most depressing and intimate live of Primavera, but the London-based band surprised me with the positiveness of their sound. While Oliver and Rome managed  – quite well, I must say – the interaction with the audience, Jamie wove his electronic threads in the background. The final effect was fully satisfactory and proved all my preconceptions wrong.

We then moved to the Mango stage for a proper dosis of hip-hop with the American duo Run the Jewels, and then we went back again to Heineken, but from afar, to pay another listen to Jamie, this time in his solo version. The guy had the gruelling task to cover for the missing Frank Ocean. A hard job indeed, but the British producer handled well the pressure and performed a well-refined and deserving set.

Finally, to close Friday in the best possible way, we sat on Ray Ban’s  balcony cherishing Flying Lotus dreamy visuals and enjoying the hypnotic and spellbinding effect of his late night show.

All photos by Nicola Orlandino and Giacomo Cortese