Coachella is a crapshoot. You don’t know which weekend the sun will be out for blood or which weekend the skies will be crying. You don’t know which act will bring the ruckus one weekend and flat line the next.
You go to the festival to see a couple acts or 25, depending on your dedication/love of music. Or, as I quickly discovered, was more or less the case for many attendees, the festival is a convenient (and stellar) excuse to let loose and come back bragging that you witnessed Tupac’s resurrection.
You go to the festival because who doesn’t love paying 350ish dollars for the right to pay 9 dollars for a beer, sacrifice yourself to the sun, have a tryst with Molly, wear that now retro-Vlade Divac jersey you bought in third grade and now finally fit into, and perhaps even grind yourself into a romance.
But beneath this subterfuge, there is some extremely good, live music to be seen at Coachella–and some really REAL moments where the crowd did feel like it was there for the music and not the circus.
The Rapture’s set, when the sun finally went down on the festival’s opening day (second weekend), was one of these moments, where music trumped the rage machine.
For me (someone who admittedly would quite possibly choose music over sex, if given the choice at the gates of hell), the real reason to go to a festival is Discovery. Your weekend can be made or broken by the following experience: at some point, you’ll wander over to a stage, catch an act who’s country of origin you don’t even know, and after completely immersing yourself into their sound, fall in love with that band. While I’m well-aware The Rapture is a Pitchfork-revered cult-Indie rock band on James Murphy’s imprint, DFA, that’s kind of what happened to me when I witnessed their set, almost by chance.
Yes, I’d already heard “How Deep is Your Love” and the 69 accompanying remixes. Yes, I’d been swooned by the stellar remix package to “Sail Away,” but I wasn’t really IN LOVE with the band—partially because I typically stray from the type of mainstream, hipster-aesthetic that Pitchfork fellates on a daily basis. I just knew that The Rapture lend themselves spectacularly to remixes and had a couple groovy songs.
And they absolutely blew me away throughout their hour-long set. Aside from the constant rave-ish environment in the Sahara tent, The Rapture’s set was a rare moment where the rest of the festival ceased to exist and you weren’t thinking about “where to go next.” You were just lost in the groove.
The Rapture got on stage and greeted the crowd with an emotional, deep, sultry ballad that was: “In the Grace of Your Love.”
Eyes shut, bodies swayed, and vibes were felt. This is the type of song that touches a nerve deep down in your soul. This is the type of song that you don’t move to–you move with. It’s the type of song that is both a lyrical prayer and a sensual ode.
It’s a song that I totally forgot about until DFA recently released its VINYL only remix package. And now I’ve immediately fallen right back in love with it.
The Poolside remix was built for a sunset. Tropicalia, day-time disco at its finest, the moistest duo in NorCal delivers a summer anthem that will drop panties and lift boxers in its wake.
The remix from Pional, a Spanish production duo is equally stellar, and perhaps even more sultry. I’ll call it the sunrise version, because after hearing this one, you’ll most likely find yourself on the prowl for a day full of love.
Both remixes highlight the song’s beauty in distinct yet subtle ways. And both of them are constant reminders that powerful music is still being made.
The Vinyl release is currently sold out, but look out for a re-release and perhaps a digital one in the future. Get it.