The Arctic Monkeys were disappointed in the Lowlands on Saturday evening, but on Sunday, in anticipation of the Stromae, there was plenty of beautiful and exciting music to listen to. And Froggy could finally say it: “Hellolands!!!”
Hangover? Yes, quite a few Lowland visitors get upset about that on the third day of the festival. This is how it traditionally goes here: on Saturday night there is a serious celebration, on Sunday, especially during the day, there is the same serious penetration.
Necessary visitors may also have a slight impact on the performance of Arctic Monkeys. To get straight to the point: The group, the biggest name in Lowlands 2022 after Stromae, was quite a disappointment Saturday night. It was a very powerful show, but what’s the point of reliability at a pop festival?
Musically, there was nothing wrong with concert by the British who were surely brought into their country about fifteen years ago as if they were the new Beatles, but holy fire wouldn’t burn in Biddinghuizen. Rock isn’t a very popular genre among current Lowland goers and many new souls won’t be winning the Arctic Monkeys on a Saturday night.
No matter how skillfully the Arctic Monkeys’ songs were put together and how well they were played, the atmosphere at the concert where only the old songs on the set list were completely boring. In a classic indie performance I bet you look good on the dance floor (from 2005) It caught fire after all, but that was almost the last song.
Early on Sunday afternoon, Froukje gave the first really big show of the day. And big here means: so big, the bravo bulges out. The singer, who has noticeably penetrated in the time of Corona, says what she always wanted to say: “Hellolands!!!” And it gives a confident concert, in which colleague and friend S10 is also a guest.
The huge interest in the Froukje concert not only indicates the current popularity of Dutch pop music, but also shows how well women perform at festivals these days. In this version of Lowlands, it’s easy to choose a program where you only see and hear women or women-led teams. And then you have a great weekend musically.
At X-Ray, the festival’s most musically progressive venue, singer and rap star Enny shows how things are on the London Underground scene. Not only is there a lot of soul in its version of hip-hop, but you can also hear that the roots of black music in England largely go back to Jamaica – Eni’s Nigerian origins don’t change that.
Bravo’s original reggae sounds performed by Jamaican singer Kofi. This is a cool type: small in stature, glasses on the nose, hooded backwards and armed with a very powerful voice. Is it finally time for reggae to come to life? In the Lowlands it appears so; The young audience very enthusiastically “swings” towards the music. And hey, suddenly it smells like weed.
Not your typical festival music
Singer-songwriter Arlo Parks, who happens to be British-Nigerian after Eni, made a deep impression among fans last year with her debut album. collapsed in the sunshinewhere the very humble and humble music was somewhere between soul and folk.
It’s not typical party music, but the lovable theme parks, backed by a great band, stand easily in Heinekentent. However, this is one of those concerts that you’d rather try in a hall like Paradiso.
A greater contrast could not be imagined than the music of Fever 333, which later appeared on the same stage. It’s unbelievable how much noise you can make with just an acoustic mic, guitar, and drum kit. The American group makes music that was often heard in the Lowlands, but is now rare: a mixture of punk, metal, and rap (if you immediately think of Rage Against The Machine, you’re in the right direction).
You don’t have to be too sad that this music isn’t very popular anymore, but the energy that the black trio unleashes is definitely contagious. In the Heineken tent, after some hesitation, the audience succumbs to old crafts such as batting dancing and head banging. More fun to see what kind of reactions the music elicits outside the tent.
Extremely amazed, and almost seemingly annoyed, one sees the utter chaos inside, on faces with expressions of “What the fuck is that!?” It’s called rock and roll, boys and girls.