We call it festival when a chorus-pedal-guitar-gang, consisting of five so-called chicas, Spanish for girlfriends, from all over the world no longer just spread their tropical climate in London. It is called a festival when there is this feverish instrumental dance music in such a contagious 4/4 beat on stage – all tequila bottles will be empty by the end of the show. And it’s a festival when the pentatonic and psychedelic scale goes up and down until no vintage organ is left on its stand.
Text: Urs Meyer