primavera sound 2011


just discovered Pitchfork’s 60 Seconds Left series. luv'em.

Aquesta nit, a les 21:05 @Sputnik_33 presenta: "Barcelona en flor", el documental del @Primavera_Sound

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Televisió de Catalunya ha produït aquest documental amb la col·laboració d’Elsabeth Produccions. És un repàs al festival d'enguany, que fa una mirada des de fora per entendre què és i què significa el Primavera Sound. No només pels fans sinó per la ciutat i la projecció de Barcelona i el país cap a l'extranger.

Ens expliquen Barcelona des de fora, des de la revista nord-americana Pitchfork, i des de dins, per boca del fundador del festival, Alberto Guijarro. Es perssegueixen als grups de fora, i als que són de casa els hi dónen un protagonisme evident. Com per exemple a la nostra estimada Miss Carrussel o els Dúo Cobra que toquen en un pàrquing del centre de la ciutat. Cau la tarda i M Ward canta un rock- and- roll, és diumenge al matí i en un parc suen Inspira i Seward.

A continuació podreu veure el tràiler del documental que es projectarà avui al Canal 33, a les 21:05

I am really bad at writing festival reviews. The english language doesn't make it better.

Primavera Sound 2011, Barcelona

I didn’t write a comment to every gig I saw this weekend. It is chronological, though. This could be the worst review you have ever read. Enjoy.


Sufjan Stevens:
In 2010, I stopped caring about Sufjan Stevens. “The Age of Adz” didn’t bother me but it didn’t satisfy me either. During the show he basically played songs from his latest record and only two old songs. He started with “Seven Swans” which was so impressive that I almost cried. It was spacey and freaky but while my boyfriend just thought Sufjan was crazy I was fascinated by his sincere interest in sounds and beats and though I didn’t really get it I could enjoy it. When he came back on stage to play “Chicago” I’ve cried so hard that I was glad that it was dark in the Auditorium. I was embarassed but honestly moved. I still love you, Sufjan, let’s keep in touch.

The Flaming Lips:
I really wanted to love the Flaming Lips. I remember when I first saw the video to “Do you realize??” on television. I was 13 and I started crying when the elephant fell down (lots of crying in my life). I had a big poster of Wayne Coyne in my room when I was younger. Unfortunately, I’ve never got their music. I really tried.
There were so many tall people in front of me that I wasn’t even able to see the big screens. Wayne Coyne came out in his space ball. There were dancing people, balloons and confetti. We left after 45 minutes.

John Talabot:
I didn’t know I could get so excited at 4am after 100 hours of standing around. I had a lot of fun dancing to his music. Techno is great.


M. Ward:
I was so looking forward to this concert. I still feel like I have to sleep some more nights and rethink it to come to a solution wheter I liked it or not. I didn’t know M. Ward is such an entertainer on stage and I don’t mean that in a good way. For me, it was too much old-men-stadium rock with beer, hand clapping and sunglasses. I liked it when everybody sang along to “Chinese translation”.

Dean Wareham plays Galaxie 500:
Never heard of them but liked the silly band name. I loved the concert and right now I don’t want to listen to anything else.

We came early to get a good spot in one of the first rows. The band was in the middle of their sound check and Lockett Pundt said something bitchy about the few die-hard fans / lazy people sitting on the ground in front of the stage. I didn’t understand it. The concert was great even though some festival idiots had to start a four-person-mosh-pit to slow songs right next to me. I guess the bass player is the nicest person in the world though he hides it pretty well.

They started at around 3:45 am and my feet hurt so much that I had problems concrentrating on the music. It was really, really loud. I felt old and sad. The drummer reminded me of Morrissey. First I thought it was because of the hair, however, later I realized that it was his shirt. It was absolutely all about the drummer which was pretty cool but also not cool enough to keep me focused. A lot of people where pretty into it, though. I thought about drugs alot during Battles. We went early, I liked that the most. 


My festival highlight. It is always great to see someone enjoying being on stage. Merrill Garbus is such an enthusiastic musician. During “Powa” I stared at her boyfriend, the bass player of her band, but I didn’t recognize any notable face expressions. I’d be pretty ashamed if someone sang such an obvious sexsong about obiviously me. I loved the whole setlist and if I had been the type of person who claps and jumps at concerts I would have done it during tUnE-yArDs.

Fleet Foxes:
Sitting on a meadow and listening to “White Winter Hymnal” while the sun sets. I liked that. We left early to see The Album Leaf.

James Blake DJ:
I missed James Blake’s gig because of M. Ward’s but he also played a DJ set. We sat on the stairs near the Pitchfork Stage the whole time. It was extremely boring and that is all I have to say.

Animal Collective:
They were headlining the last day and played a set that consisted almost entirely of new songs which made it boring for most of the 1'000'000 people at the San Miguel Stage. People got excited about “Brothersport” and “Summertime Clothes”. I didn’t see a lot. I wanted to scream “Play something we know” but I’m not that funny. After their concert we left.

In general: Food was bad. I’m extremely potato addicted (a german thing? Vielleicht.) and I tried three different booth serving fries. They were all bad. I didn’t drink any alcohol because I was on medication the whole festival. Coke was fine, spanish people work as slowly as possible and the toilets were almost suitable.