Click here to read a roundup of the Saturday at Lollapalooza Paris.
One positive of downloading the app for festivals like Lollapalooza is that you can keep track of how much you’re spending and what you’ve purchased.
Unfortunately when we woke on the Sunday feeling more than a little worse for wear, James and I found ourselves wishing we didn’t have such capabilities. It didn’t make for pleasant reading. After our initial top-ups of €70 each disappeared in no time, we both added a further €70 each to our wristbands and had very little remaining. That’s €140 each, and the app showed that we’d put away 14 beers each as well as a burrito.
Still, you can’t put a price on a good time can you?
After a deja vu invoking breakfast at the same place as the day before we took the train back to Boulogne Jean Jaurès seemingly only hours after we left. It was even hotter than the Saturday and to be honest I was feeling the effects of a full day in the sun on the ale without a hat. I wasn’t exactly feeling as bad as that time on Palawan, but the early signs of too much sun were definitely present.
Thankfully I had the good sense to don my flat cap on this particular day and this was seemed like a wiser and wiser move with every passing hour. It really was blistering hot and we even found ourselves retreating to the
button pressing electro tent for a bit of shade. A truly traumatic experience, I’m sure you’ll agree.
They do say the best way to cure a hangover is to get back on it and that’s exactly what we did. With a good few hours until the first band we really wanted to see was on we were left with little choice but to drink some more. I mean, how else were we expected to tolerate 45 minutes of Jess Glynne?
It wasn’t long until Catfish and the Bottlemen took to the main stage for an early-afternoon set and although I’m not a huge fan, they were on my list of bands to see. I was quite surprised to see how many fans they had there singing along to every word lead singer Van McCann sung and my first thought was that the organisers had missed a trick by not stocking Strongbow Dark Fruits as they’d have made a killing. It was basically how I’d imagine a Courteeners gig to be, albeit with good music.
After killing a few hours with more beers, water (seriously, it was hot) and a deeply unsatisfying falafel wrap (smart comments to yourselves, please), it was time to take our place at the main stage for Stereophonics.
Similar to Kasabian, you tend to know what you’re getting with the ‘Phonics and from the opening notes of C’est La Vie we knew we were in for a treat. In my opinion there’s not been a more consistent band in the past 20 years, and this career-spanning set proved just how many solid tunes they have. I’d even forgotten about Maybe Tomorrow until they played it – I remember thinking the exact same last time I saw them in Tokyo and how it’s proof of how many bangers they’ve put out!
Despite the two main stages being close together, we opted to leave a few minutes early – missing The Bartender and the Thief as well as customary closer Dakota – to get another beer and a good spot for Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds. Did I mention that this festival almost had my perfect lineup?
Having seen Noel the previous week at BBK Live I knew what to expect and was particularly excited for the second track Holy Mountain, as this is a tune that James and I have been obsessed with since it came out at the end of 2017! As you can see from the video, we rather enjoyed it.
As usual the Oasis numbers got more of a response than Noel’s solo stuff (although I’m a big fan of both) and it was nice to hear a rendition of Whatever, which was missing from the previous week’s setlist.
After a cover of The Beatles’ All You Need is Love to end his hour, we were faced with something of a dilemma. The last two bands were The Killers and Gorillaz. I personally think The Killers are shite, and having seen Gorillaz the previous week and been underwhelmed I wasn’t feeling particularly thrilled at the idea of putting myself through that again.
Thankfully, James wasn’t too enthralled either and after watching 15 minutes of Brandon Flowers running around and sounding out of breath, we decided that was enough for us and made our way back to the city.
It was a stressless journey back and once there we treated ourselves to something of a feast.
Minus the minor sunstroke and the naked photo incident, it was a perfect weekend. Even an early flight out of Charles de Gaulle didn’t provide us with a hiccup. If Carlsberg did weekends…