With Interpol, The Walkmen...

Whipping up the crowd into a Cristal fuelled frenzy, larger than life rapper Big Boi kicked off the party proceedings and ensured that this year’s Primavera Sound went off with a champagne sized pop. With his bevvy of hot pant clad shorties in tow, much-loved Outkast party classics ‘So Fresh and So Clean’ and ‘Miss Jackson’, were interspersed with supersonic gangsta rap, as people bumped and grinded their way to reckless abandon. Indie purists may have been left crying into their San Miguel shandies but as flailing limbs embraced the infectious beats and rhymes, Big Boi certainly proved his solo credentials in a flurry of chronic-laced air.

Over at the Ray Ban Unplugged tent, people got intimate to the Moroder-esque post-punk of Blank Dogs. An altogether different setting from its stadium like counterpart, the appeal of a smaller tent was certainly felt by all as hundreds of enlivened revellers piled into the tarpaulin party dome, desperate for a hit of demonic guitar.

His slightly misjudged C&A suit may have been more Michael Buble than Michael Kors, but The Walkmen’s vivacious frontman Hamilton Leithauser, didn’t fail to disappoint the excitable masses at the Pitchfork stage, playing a momentous set of rock and roll. Ferociously spitting out tracks like ‘The New Year’ and ‘War is Me’, it was ‘The Rat’ which tipped the crowd over the edge and as waves of universal adoration were felt by all, a crazed sing-a-long ensued.

Forced to decide between Caribou and Interpol, those who opted for the latter were treated to a heavy dose of early Interpol and a trip down memory lane. The first half of the band’s uber slick set rested heavily on their first and second albums, but interest quickly waned when newer material began to surface. And Carlos D was certainly missed.

Over at the ATP stage, Factory Floor’s hammering synths were a real tour de force, their relentless sonic pummeling perfectly timed to coincide with the late night rush of beat hungry ravers. Festival stalwarts The Flaming Lips’ may have entertained the crowd at the main stage with a lavish spectacle of glitter and gimmicks but these tried and tested theatrics have been done to death and many people left feeling uninspired, on the hunt for something fresh and exciting to sink their teeth into.

The night’s finale came in the form of some incongruous party mash-ups, courtesy of Girl Talk and although his cheesy vibe was slightly grating, the night certainly ended on a high, as party goers headed straight for the beach to cool off.

Words by April Welsh

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