Past INmusic Festival lineups & sets (Archive)

If anyone knows a girl who was bought her first beer and water by someone near the T-Mobile US stage while Franz was playing, please give her my best 😉

urbannomad30 said:Oh yeah, Jesse Sanchez60, how many people were actually there? CNN said maybe 20k, while the local news was claiming 15k. Hard to tell when we were all spread out everywhere.

The local paper was guessing around 10-15k, the evening news said 15, and the morning news probably pumped up the numbers a bit... I'd say 15k is a solid estimate.🤷

I don't know, I see Depeche Mode packed a stadium in Budapest and sold out Madison Square Garden—they probably could've sold out another night too. A festival with such big, current headliners can't even come close to those numbers... I just don't get it.🤷

Looks like having it over a long weekend is the main culprit... I'm the perfect example. Family and my kid's international festival in San Diego take priority.

Lily Allen—now there is a name that always brings a certain spark to the conversation, isn't there? I was just sitting here thinking about her discography—it’s quite remarkable how she manages to blend that sharp, biting wit with such infectious melodies. It makes one wonder, doesn't it? How does an artist maintain that level of unapologetic honesty while still staying so incredibly catchy? It's a delicate balance, truly—much like trying to navigate the crowds at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival without losing your sense of self! One moment you're lost in the music, and the next, you're pondering the sheer audacity of her lyrics. It really is quite fascinating to observe. I almost didn't make it through the end—really, I barely scraped by. It all feels so repetitive now, doesn't it? Almost like listening to some mindless pop track playing on the radio in the background while you're trying to focus. Just that same old, vacant little smile plastered on your face... I find myself quite taken aback—truly—by such a blunt and unceremonious outburst! One does wonder, perhaps, what prompted such a sudden burst of hostility? Is it simply a case of a bad morning, or is there some deeper, underlying frustration at play here? Regardless, I shall remain undeterred by such colorful language. Shall we try a more civil approach? He gave me this sort of half-grimace—if you could even call it a smile—but that was about it.

Kraftwerk—now, there is a subject worthy of some actual contemplation, wouldn't you agree? One finds oneself wondering if the modern landscape of electronic music would even exist in its current, somewhat chaotic state without their foundational influence. It is quite a profound thing, really—to take the cold, precise mechanics of the machine and imbue them with a certain rhythmic soul. They didn't just play music; they architected an entire sonic universe! Is it not fascinating how they managed to remain so avant-garde while simultaneously becoming so universally recognizable? It makes one think about the sheer discipline required to maintain such a specific, minimalist aesthetic over the decades. Truly remarkable stuff. Regardless of the topic at hand—and I suppose we should pivot for a moment—I simply cannot wrap my head around music like this. To be perfectly clear, I view it quite positively as an abstract concept, mind you, but as actual music? It isn't something I would ever want to experience live at a concert or even listen to for pleasure. Honestly, I don't quite "get" them. And I certainly can't fathom the people who claim they can dance to Kraftwerk—well, I suppose I’d only do that if someone were holding a gun to my head! To me, "Radioactivity" is just... it's not a musical journey. It feels more like visiting a high-end art gallery or sitting down with a truly magnificent book—one that is undeniably brilliant and worthy of immense respect, yet somehow far too unsettling to actually finish. After a few tracks, I actually started feeling a bit nauseous (which, truth be told, happens to me whenever I encounter Kraftwerk or a heavy dose of electronic music), so I had to go sit down on the grass. And when even that didn't quite do the trick, I ended up fleeing toward...

...Yeah, yeah, yeah—well, that’s certainly one way to put it! One could argue there's much more to be said, wouldn't you agree? Perhaps. But then again, sometimes a simple affirmation is all that's required to set the tone. It started out as such a pleasant little surprise—really, those first few minutes had me feeling quite optimistic—but then, almost out of nowhere, everything just deflated into this deep, heavy crypto-depression. It was as if they were playing behind a thick concrete wall or something? Honestly, the sound felt completely off to me. I can't quite put my finger on what went wrong—and look, I’m certainly no expert or die-hard devotee of the genre—but I have to say, I much prefer their studio recordings on CD. Now, I find myself sitting here, watching and listening, just wondering... what exactly happened? Wait—is that actually them? Is that the band we were talking about? I really can't stand it when the stage production ends up being more impactful than the actual music—it feels so misplaced, doesn't it? And don't even get me started on that constant zooming in on those women I just can't seem to warm up to... it was honestly quite irritating. It felt like there was absolutely no...

The level of engagement I’ve been able to foster—which is something I truly find myself wanting to commend—is quite something, much like, for instance... n.e.r.d. (no matter how irritating they might be with...) America.I have been thinking about this for quite some time now—perhaps more than I should admit—but there is a certain weight to these reflections that demands to be shared. It’s funny, isn't it? How long we can carry a thought around before it finally breaks free? Anyway, for a while now, I have been... Wow—man, they are absolutely shredding!Well, I eventually decided to push onward—though I did find myself drifting back toward them just a little bit later on. For a fleeting moment, I actually thought about heading straight ahead, but honestly? I wasn't quite so desperate that I would have found their whole showering routine appealing.

pred TrickyI stood there for about seven or eight minutes—just standing there, really—and I finally spoke up. What on earth is this—is this even the same Tricky I’ve been listening to at home? Honestly, does someone have something in their drink, or is there some other explanation for this?Well, she simply turned her back on the whole situation—just walked away—to go hunt down a hamburger. And I’m talking a real one, too—loaded with onions and ketchup. Honestly, can you blame her? Sometimes a burger is the only logical response to chaos.

Sergent Garcia It was quite lovely, really—but perhaps just a touch too heavy on the reggae vibes for my particular taste? I found myself drifting away sooner than expected; it simply didn't hold my interest for very long.

It appears there may have been a slight oversight in the transmission—the message seems to have been cut short! Did you perhaps intend to share a specific thought or perhaps a fragment of a discussion? I am quite eager to dive into whatever topic you had in mind—whether it be music, local happenings, or just a bit of casual banter—so please, do feel free to complete your thought whenever you have a moment! Anthrax. Now, there is a word that carries quite a heavy weight, isn't there? One can't help but think of those chilling headlines from years back—it’s one of those rare terms that immediately conjures up a sense of unease, almost like a sudden chill in the air during a quiet autumn evening in New England. It makes you wonder, doesn't it, how much our collective psyche is shaped by these singular, terrifying events? It’s fascinating, really—how a single biological agent can loom so large in the American consciousness, lingering like a shadow long after the actual danger has passed. It’s a bit unsettling to contemplate, I suppose, but also deeply intriguing from a historical perspective.I find myself drawn to certain tracks that weren't even part of their initial setlist—it’s funny how that works, isn't it? As for me, I was only there at the very beginning of it all. But if I'm being completely honest—and I do believe in total transparency—the primary reason I fell for them was actually Scott Ian. I have quite a thing for him. Quite a thing, indeed. 🙂 To be perfectly honest—and I say this with all due respect to the performer—I can't quite stomach the frontman's vocals; they sound as if they were dragged straight from the depths of hell. In fact, I spent several hours earlier today listening to his rehearsal screams, which I suppose was my ideal way to experience them! It was almost... how should I put it? A bit like listening to a literal cattle drive. 😳

Rokia Traoré—now, there is a name that truly demands our undivided attention, isn't there? I was sitting here just thinking about the sheer depth of her artistry—it’s almost overwhelming if you let yourself dwell on it too long—and I found myself wondering how we even begin to categorize such profound talent. It’s one thing to listen to music, but it’s quite another to experience a soul laid bare through melody, don't you think? Her work carries this weight, this incredible, rhythmic gravity that seems to pull you in from the very first note. One can only marvel at the way she navigates those complex, beautiful textures! She is truly a wonderful woman—really quite delightful. I must admit, there were moments where I felt a bit lost, particularly during those introductions of the band members—was it perhaps a touch too much? Regardless, she remains absolutely lovely. What truly captivated me, though, was that desert blues style—or whatever one chooses to call it—that specific sound. That particular piece, specifically that soulful rockia influence, simply transports you to another dimension entirely. 🙏

Franz Ferdinand. Now, there is a name that carries a certain weight, doesn't it? One can't help but wonder—does the mere mention of such a figure evoke a sense of historical gravity, or perhaps just a sudden craving for some indie rock? It is quite a curious thing, how names become intertwined with eras and melodies alike. One finds oneself pondering the sheer coincidence of history meeting art. Is it not fascinating? That was such a neat setlist—really, truly lovely. I have always had a massive soft spot for Franz Ferdinand; they’re just wonderful. Though, I must admit, there are those days when I find myself drifting into a much deeper state of ecstasy if I actually allow them to play in my own living room! At the start of the show, they played every single track I had been dying to hear, but by that point, I was just so utterly exhausted—so, naturally, I made the decision to head home a bit earlier than planned.

Moby. Now, there is a name that certainly stirs up quite a bit of conversation, isn't there? I was sitting here just thinking about how much the musical landscape has shifted since his heyday—though, let’s be honest, he always did have a way of cutting through the noise with those electronic textures. It makes one wonder, doesn't it? Does a certain sound ever truly become dated, or do we simply circle back to it once the trends change? Anyway, just a thought! To be perfectly honest—and I say this with the utmost sincerity—I found the initial experience to be a bit juvenile, perhaps even slightly underwhelming. It felt somewhat aimless at first, particularly regarding that elegant lady performing; I couldn't quite tell if she was lacking focus, or if I simply hadn't yet found my footing within the atmosphere. But then—oh, then!—everything shifted once that soulful element was introduced. It was truly divine. Specifically, following that one track right before "Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad?"—you know, the one by that new, lovely singer whose name escapes me just now, where she was singing something alongside... Just put me on a train... honestly, just set me on a track and let the rhythm take over—is there anything more meditative than the steady hum of wheels against steel? I find myself thinking about it quite often lately—that sense of momentum, that feeling of leaving one station behind while the landscape shifts outside the window—it’s almost poetic, isn't it? Sometimes you just need to escape the noise of everything else and simply exist in motion.I have to admit—for the last few shows, I’ve been weeping like someone just died in a dramatic Hollywood movie. Honestly, who would have ever thought? I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I’d find myself breaking down in tears at a Moby concert. 😕 Goodness, he really is quite the sensitive soul—I mean, let’s not forget that he actually broke down in tears during Kraftwerk's very first concert! 🙄) Honestly, that one guitar solo was just a bit too saccharine for my tastes. 😍 lift me up 🙂. Now, the final track wasn't exactly my cup of tea, though I must admit, it really did elevate the mood. 🙂

I found myself quite agitated by those unruly crowds—you know the type—people shoving their way through without so much as a excuse me. And then there were those young girls standing right in front of me in the front rows, making such an incessant racket with all that screaming and clattering that it completely shattered my concentration and ruined my mood. Not to mention the beer they spilled all over my brand-new handbag! Good grief, I suppose I’m more of an Elton John kind of person anyway.

Oh, and I should mention, that cheese from the food tent was actually quite delicious. I hadn't really understood the whole concept of a silent stage before, but they were absolutely darling with those patterned fabrics. 😍

So, to wrap things up:
1. Moby
2. Rokia and Franz Ferdinand
3. N.E.R.D. and cheese
4. Hamburger—there's nothing like a cold burger when you're famished.

urbannomad30 said:The Men were actually pretty decent (maybe 1.5 stars?), though I honestly expected a total disaster at first because the vocals sounded so thin (words spilled from my drunken mouth 😳 ). It felt like they just started playing that new track 🤮 and then—inevitably, of course, including the rest of the set 🙄—they completely abandoned the guitars, which is exactly why people love them in the first place! 🤷
And for the record, @restlessranger30/">@@restlessranger30, the crowd wasn't bad at all; they were just dragging the band along at the start, but since quite a few people knew the choruses, it really helped pull them through 😁. Personally, I had a great time! 👍

For me, the biggest letdown was seeing them shove those songs from the new album into the setlist—songs that nobody knows (and aren't even that good, if you ask me)—instead of throwing in a few more of their old, wonderful classics 😍

I don't know, everyone around me seemed totally checked out, and nobody knew anything except maybe the Smokers, which resulted in them staring at me weirdly while I was practically screaming my lungs out 😁. I noticed some people on the other side of the floor who were jumping around and singing along; I really wish I’d been over there! :/

Anyway, overall, I think I prefer them on record rather than live 😢

@ žednouhi: why is there so much hostility toward Depeche Mode? 🤷

I mean, look at the lineup. On one hand, you have a legendary band that tours every four years and stays incredibly consistent. On the other hand, you have:

a) Amy Winehouse, who seems to be the obsession of every thirteen-year-old girl
b) that absolute disaster that would make Ian Curtis turn in his grave
c) some reggae-rastafarian type that just doesn't fit this kind of lineup AT ALL
d) that rock act that’s only cool because they have a tech brand in their name
e) four guys with laptops
e) Franz Ferdinand, whose last album was basically a coma
f) some washed-up indie guy playing Motörhead covers
g) N.E.R.D—seriously?
h) a metal stage that probably won't even draw a decent crowd
i) an indie choir
j) overpriced burgers being treated like the highlight of the festival food

Sure, Art Brut, Moby, and YYY might be relevant right now, but personally, I can barely name one song from all three combined 😁
Honestly, I’d rather spend three days at a beach house in Miami than pay $150 to see these acts 😁

The first day covered everything I was actually interested in seeing. Nobody seems to be talking about Kawasaki 3p, but for me, it was a blast—just jumping around in the front row and having a great time. Then came Amy Winehouse; she was alright, though she didn't quite blow me away. But then, finally, the long-awaited Kraftwerk set happened, and they were absolutely incredible. Hats off to them... I wasn't feeling the Franz Ferdinand performance too much, so we decided to go for a stroll instead, and after that, I ended up getting a bit tipsy.

Jesse Sanchez60 said:One outlet was claiming maybe 10-15k, another said 15k, and it looks like the tabloid version was padding the numbers a bit... realistically, we're probably looking at closer to 15,000 people 🤷

I don't get it. I see Depeche Mode packed a stadium in New York City, they sold out the arena in Washington, D.C.—they probably could have sold out a second night too—yet a festival with a lineup of massive, relevant acts can't even come close to those attendance numbers. It just doesn't add up to me. 🤷

Maybe it’s just that an extended holiday weekend is the culprit here. I’m a perfect example; my family and a major international festival my kid is attending in Miami take priority over everything else.

Isn't it possible that Depeche Mode is simply a much bigger, more iconic band than this entire lineup combined, whether you're in Washington, D.C., New York City, London, or anywhere else in the country? 🤷
Is there actually a single city on Earth where Depeche Mode hasn't sold out?

So, how was the choir performance? 😁 I’m talking about the crowd and the general vibe—I’ve already heard some whispers floating around.
Honestly, I’m quite relieved I didn't go.
Don't get me wrong... I find queer drama to be an absolutely fascinating genre, but a queer choir performing songs centered entirely on queer themes at a massive festival like the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival... what on earth is next? A choir of extremely obese people singing hymns about body curves? A group of allergy sufferers serenading us with ballads about pollen counts? Or perhaps a choir of Celiacs offering scathing critiques of the gluten industry and hidden ingredients? Maybe a group of overly earnest elementary school teachers singing about the joys of childcare? Or even better—a choir of broken hearts? Some suburban moms from the Midwest singing songs about which really rubbed me the wrong way today? 🤷

Wait, what exactly does "gay drama" mean as a genre? 😳 :neuka:

It isn't quite right for music. 😁 Besides, it’s already becoming rather passé, isn't it? I really should have noted that I find it somewhat an absolutely wonderful thing. 😳

🤔 Is that actually how you spell it? passé? 🙈

passé 😁

Kevin Chavez3 said:if you'd actually seen how they sing thirsty and miserable or ghosts of war, you'd probably just smash that microwave instead of sticking your head in it☕

It wasn't even about not trusting anyone—I just realized that with this lineup, Hatebreed was basically the biggest microwave of them all. I guess.

frozenridge61 said:Would anyone mind helping me out by listing Moby's setlist if they remember it?
There were a few songs I absolutely loved, but the titles are escaping me right now.
Thanks 🙂

I recall most of them, roughly in this order (though I'm only certain about the first two; the rest are just how I remember them):
Extreme Ways
In My Heart
Porcelain
We Are All Made of Stars
Bodyrock
Why Does My Heart Feel sol bad (sung by the Black singer)
in this World (also sung by her)
Natural blues (this one too)
Raining Again lift me up
Lift Me Up (this was either the last song before the encore or the first one in the encore, right when he mentioned Bush)
Feeling sol real (that was the final song)

There were two or three others I didn't recognize, specifically the ones sung by the other female vocalist (not the Black singer, the other one)

Susan Clark10 said:d) a song that's only cool because it shares a name with Nokia
e) 4 laptops
g) N.E.R.D - what?

🤣🤣🤣🙏

Susan Clark10 said:b) that absolute disaster that would make Ian Curtis turn in his grave

But honestly, 🙂
if you haven't heard a single one of their songs before this performance, then I'll give you a pass. Even I felt like they were trying way too hard, and I absolutely love them—so I can't imagine how it feels for those of you who aren't even fans.

restlessranger30 said:But honestly, 🙂
if you haven't heard a single one of their songs before this show, I totally get it. Even for me—and I love them—they felt a bit forced at times. It's even easier to understand for those of you who don't follow them at all.

Oh, I definitely have. I actually have "The Back Room" at home; I bought it online right when it dropped because I got caught up in the hype.🙄 😁
That said, they lean way too hard into that Joy Division vibe for my taste. And I’m not even a die-hard fan myself—New Order is much more my style.😁

🙂

Spending these past two days as a pilgrim at Central Park has led me to several realizations:

a) I am officially ready for retirement.😁

-My back is absolutely killing me, likely from just standing there passively observing the stage performance.
-I’ve gone deaf, I suppose; the acoustics were simply brutal.
-I’m becoming senile, perhaps, given that I actually forgot where I parked my car on the second day.
-I seem to be suffering from moderate to severe neuroses; things like people spilling beer, constant shouting, the flicking of cigarette ash, throwing random objects, or people trying to flag down their friends from across the field really grate on my nerves.
-I can't even manage a single day at work now, purely because I fell asleep around 1:30 PM—which feels like a definitive sign of progressive aging.

b) On the other hand, I have realized I possess some rather incredible abilities:
-I can identify the members of FF just by looking at their sneakers.😂

c) I might actually have a sexual deviation:
-I found myself strangely attracted to the men carrying cameras.😁😳

I suppose I’ve been thinking quite a bit lately about that whole electro-cute aesthetic. It’s such an interesting vibe, isn't it? There’s something almost charmingly nostalgic about it, though I can't quite put my finger on why. I guess it just feels very bright and energetic, in a sort of curated, polished way. Maybe it's just me, but I find myself drawn to those softer, neon-infused sounds more often than I expected. It’s all very pleasant, really. kaže:
Playing "Ace of Spades" is always a massive win. I mean, you could have three hundred albums and eight hundred other tracks in your repertoire, but honestly, "Ace of Spades" is probably going to top everything else you’ve ever produced. It just hits differently, I guess. 🙂

+100000000 🙏

Steven Hernandez9 said:haha I have seriously never experienced listening to this much music that I just don't care about in my entire life...

Anthrax are a joke. It’s cool that their guitarist held a workshop for young metalheads in Nashville the day before though. Respect...

Those Editors guys could probably hold a workshop at a local barbershop. I’ve never heard or seen a worse band in my life...

And I don't get why every Black artist has to act like a walking stereotype... those nerd kids from the indie scene constantly pushing this rivalry against the metal stage which had maybe 30 people on it at the time... but none of that compares to the moment when that guy from the indie crowd turned from a total clown at the end of the set into a freaking Martin Luther King Jr. figure for the poor, helping us all find the strength to pursue our own talents... you get some stupid arena cash and a spiritual awakening like you're at a Billy Graham revival, all in one package🙏

I really can't wrap my head around Moby. That's just empty music for cocaine-fueled yuppies... I didn't even get close to that soundtrack used for corporate meetings at AT&T...

Tricky was honestly adorable in his absolute filthiness... like, the band plays Ace of Spades, he does nothing, just waves his hands and mumbles, and then as a reward for the crowd during the encore, the band plays Ace of Spades AGAIN, and he just mumbles and wanders around again... hahaha classic!

Art Brut were alright, best thing alongside Anthrax... but they don't really have songs... although it's funny how the singer hinted twenty times that he doesn't give a damn. That always cracks me up...

You must have been one of those people throwing fluorescent crap at the stage

I mean, despite your trash attitude, it's obvious you watched every single performer until the end, because if you were that bored, you clearly had the time.

Once you actually have a band and enough inspiration to play or write even 5% of what you've been trashing, then you can talk.

Lollapalooza watching Placebo?

I can’t really recall much, honestly, though I suppose it was alright enough 🤣
found some pink glow stick in my backpack earlier. Is that the thing you’re supposed to use to heckle bands if they’re being total garbage? 🙄
mine isn't even glowing. Like, I have three of them, and not a single one is working. Any idea why?

But look, Moose actually has a band—and a killer one at that. So, technically, he’s got two bands going 👍

Go ahead and roast me if you want, but I don't even have a band and I'm still heading out to Lollapalooza watching Placebo 😉