The logistics used to make such events impossible, but now bands and audiences are flocking to Mexico to listen to cutting-edge bands in idyllic surroundings. Yet is this rave utopia all it seems?
At about quarter to three on the last day of the Bahidorá, I think I’ve pinpointed paradise.
A DJ in a tribal wolf mask – who turns out to be the elusive producer Slow Magic – is playing the festival’s closing set, pounding two congas emphatically in time to his laptop’s euphoric synth sounds. The stage is crowned by flowers and juts out into a turquoise river, in which Mexico’s beautiful people are bobbing in bright bikinis and feather headdresses, or Aztec-print board shorts and thick-rimmed glasses. Others are sprawled out on dinghies, beer in hand. Palm trees sway in compliance, shading the crowd from the heady heat.
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by Kate Hutchinson via Electronic music | The Guardian
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