This weekend, Coachella came back for the first time since Joe Biden was just the former VP and no one could’ve told you what COVID stood for. The biggest music festival on the planet returned for the first time since April 2019, headlined by Harry Styles, Billie Eilish, and The Weeknd x Swedish House Mafia (after Kanye fell through). As per usual, it was the singular hub of music, American culture, capitalism and pretty much everything else for three days in the California desert. Full of surprise guests, the hottest trends, and both expected and unexpected hijinks of every variety, SPIN was out in full force throughout the festival’s first weekend, experiencing all of the highs and lows firsthand so you don’t have to. Here’s The Best, The Mess & The Rest of everything to do...
Attention good readers of SPIN and/or fans of Coachella, it is I, the handler of the world-famous The Cup. If you’re not familiar with my celebrity clientele, I urge you to read the exclusive interview that I allowed SPIN to conduct with The Cup last week. It is even moderated by The Cup’s original creator, Chris Farren. I am writing this intro on behalf of The Cup, who is entirely too exhausted to be bothered for such activities right now. After all, he has just completed his very first full weekend of Coachella (at a mere three months old, no less). The Cup attended parties, catered to some of his adoring fans (including several valuable influencers and important artists), formed both romantic and strategic alliances, and provided the finest coverage you will read anywhere...
An enormous electronic bass drop, an impossibly high falsetto run, a slinky blues guitar solo: These are your typical “holy shit” moments at popular music festivals. (Pick any one you want: At this point, they’re basically all minor variations of each other.) Here are some “holy shit” moments I experienced at Big Ears 2022: a percussion quartet abusing string instruments, a composer conducting violent jazz-metal, a “transnational” indie pop band mingling electronics with violin and pan flute. As always, there is nothing conventional about this festival, an event so wonderfully weird that lumping it in the same bracket with the world’s Coachellas feels almost insulting. Did the seventh Big Ears deliver a higher jaw-drop rate than the previous six? For me, yes, in part because of context: Th...
Not gonna lie: we kinda missed SXSW, traffic, lines, free-flowing human chaos and all. SPIN hosted a number of raging day shows throughout the years, but for SXSW’s return, we had to come back with a real-deal official showcase at Stubb’s. And who could be more official than The Lemonheads? Evan Dando and company ripped through their classic 1992 album, It’s a Shame About Ray, as the party’s marquee feature, and even if at least half of the audience hadn’t been born by the time they initially broke up, Dando’s youthful warble still filled Stubb’s vast gravely lawn. One could probably hear Dando and the rest of us “Raaaaaay” from the Capitol less than a mile from the venue. Nearly three decades later, the one-two punch of “Bit Part” and “Allison’s Starting to Happen” still goes for the punk...
The final chord of “Bad Scene, Everyone’s Fault” had barely faded into oblivion when Blake Schwarzenbach laid himself bare. Standing on stage at Seattle’s Showbox Sodo, a relatively intimate venue cowering in the shadow of the baseball stadium up the street, and tuning his guitar, the mercurial leader of the recently resurrected punk outfit Jawbreaker admitted that was the first time the band had played the song live. It never felt right for the trio to trot that tune out in the past, he said, due to the rising tide of pop-punk groups coming up behind them. They missed their chance, he went on. “If I had kept on that road, I could be Machine Gun Kelly. I could be hanging out with Kardashians.” Instead, Schwarzenbach admitted, he was still living in a studio apartment in Brookly...
It had been nearly 20 years since Arcade Fire played the Bowery Ballroom on Friday night, and a concert wasn’t enough—they added a parade in, too. The Canadian indie-rockers returned with the cinematic sound and infectious energy that helped cement their fanbase when they began 21 years ago. Truthfully, at the New York City venue, it could have been 2004 again. While The Lower East Side show was a surprise, it wasn’t exactly random. Last week, the band began teasing a comeback through had cryptic messages—postcards and online ads. Arcade Fire revealed on Thursday they would be releasing their first new album in five years, WE. Alongside it, they debuted its lead single “The Lightning I, II,” a ballad-turned-heart-racing anthem whose shout choruses signaled a return to form for the group. I...
Despite the fact that Spring Training isn’t happening this year, the Innings Festival still returned to the February baseball hotspots of Tempe, Arizona and Tampa, Florida. Green Day and the Lumineers are headlining the East Coast rendition in March while Foo Fighters and Tame Impala hit the desert this past weekend. The Arizona location featured a wide variety of baseball legends hanging out and quite a few activities. But it wasn’t all home runs. SPIN was on the ground at Tempe Beach Park for all of the rocking out and baseball fun. Here’s The Best, The Mess & The Rest of everything from this weekend. St. Vincent on Saturday evening. (Photo by Craig Cummins) The Best St. Vincent — Dave Grohl might’ve been the biggest rock star there by name, but St. Vincent was clearly the most inter...