Best Breakdown (Long-form): LCD Soundsystem, "Yeah."
It
started with a propulsive four-on-the-floor beat with a saucing of
trademark cowbell. Then came little synthesized squiggles, Exacto-sharp
guitars and an assertive disco bass line. Then James Murphy started with
the lyric that became Friday's insatiable anthem: "Yeah, yeah, yeah…."
It seemed an invitation to every single person in earshot, from the
band to fans to the beer vendors to nearby retirement homes, to drop
whatever they were doing and throw down like the world was ending. Four
days later, we're still singing along.
Worst gaffe by the soundboard: At last, a reunited Pavement returns to make up for its disastrous 1999 appearance and what happens to them? Several seconds of opening number "Silence Kit" is, well, absolutely silent due to some technical fumble or another. At least the band, which merrily carried on with their nostalgia fest, didn't seem to mind -- they've always liked being the underdogs.
Best Lighting: During the final moments of Little Boots' last song, a triumphant
rendition of “Stuck On Repeat,” a frantic, pointed pulse of purple,
green and yellow lasers fanned across the tent seemingly penetrating
the forms of every dancing body they touched. The sheer amount of
Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation that Victoria
Hesketh unleashed on the Gobi tent Sunday night was mind-blowing; three giant fans of
red, white and blue beams refracted over every inch of the tent and
made her already-giddy disco jams feel like a rave fantasia.
Best Portent: This year, we needed reminding that Coachella takes place in the desert. Past years, the temperature has typically climbed to the high '90s and low 100s, but 2010 was blessed with cool, dry weather that barely inched past 90. Hardly a misting station was in sight because no one really needed it, and the dance tents, even at their most jammed, weren't the usual unbearable pits of, um, eau du human fragrance. As a result, everyone seemed a lot more happy and chill.
Best Competition for the Headliners:
Whatever was going on at the outdoor stage. It's hard to figure out the
weird science of what makes a good main stage act and what's better
served by the smaller outdoor theater, but on more than a few occasions,
it was clear that the bookers need to rejigger the algorithm. With
massive audiences that kept piling up, Phoenix, Dead Weather and Thom Yorke's Atoms for Peace all belonged on the main stage.