Coachella is a stone cold mess.
Nostalgia, niggles, novelty acts and nasty clowns: when did Coachella become ... this?
“I should not have done that,” says Grimes.
She’s suffering technical difficulties on the Sahara Stage, staring blankly at the buttons on her mixing desk.
“Everything has been put to double tempo … I’m doing a lot of math in my mind … this could be cray.”
She’d certainly made an entrance, arriving at Coachella in a robotic spider-car while snacking on gr…
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