The Pixies were incredible. I honestly thought Frank would be totally winded after thirty minutes, but they completely caught me off guard.
The Black Keys were decent enough. I hadn’t actually heard much of them before this Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival set, so my expectations were pretty low. They definitely need to work on their stage presence and atmosphere, but as far as the music goes, I’ll certainly be revisiting a few of their albums.
MGMT was solid; since I didn't have high hopes going in, they didn't disappoint. On the other hand, The Fratellis were just boring—they don't have any real hits, and that scruffy frontman lacks the charisma needed to make up for it. Honestly, festivals should stop giving prime slots to mediocre relics from the 2000s alt-rock scene. They aren't all that great, and let's face it, indie and alt-rock have mostly fallen out of fashion.
The logistics were hit or miss, the food selection was subpar, and the price of a single beer was absolutely ridiculous. I suppose asking them to provide an adequate supply of hot dogs and rain boots would be asking too much.
Look, people are all different, and who am I to tell anyone how to enjoy something they paid good money for? But those idiots drinking out on the lawn—there’s a trash can literally two feet away from them, yet they're just sitting there surrounded by plastic waste. I truly don't get it. Obviously, you aren't going to go hunting for a bin in the middle of a concert, but if you're a mile from the stage and you don't give a damn about being polite, you can at least toss your cup toward the trash. By Wednesday, it felt like I was hanging out in a landfill.
The Black Keys were decent enough. I hadn’t actually heard much of them before this Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival set, so my expectations were pretty low. They definitely need to work on their stage presence and atmosphere, but as far as the music goes, I’ll certainly be revisiting a few of their albums.
MGMT was solid; since I didn't have high hopes going in, they didn't disappoint. On the other hand, The Fratellis were just boring—they don't have any real hits, and that scruffy frontman lacks the charisma needed to make up for it. Honestly, festivals should stop giving prime slots to mediocre relics from the 2000s alt-rock scene. They aren't all that great, and let's face it, indie and alt-rock have mostly fallen out of fashion.
The logistics were hit or miss, the food selection was subpar, and the price of a single beer was absolutely ridiculous. I suppose asking them to provide an adequate supply of hot dogs and rain boots would be asking too much.
Look, people are all different, and who am I to tell anyone how to enjoy something they paid good money for? But those idiots drinking out on the lawn—there’s a trash can literally two feet away from them, yet they're just sitting there surrounded by plastic waste. I truly don't get it. Obviously, you aren't going to go hunting for a bin in the middle of a concert, but if you're a mile from the stage and you don't give a damn about being polite, you can at least toss your cup toward the trash. By Wednesday, it felt like I was hanging out in a landfill.