Solomun reigned as King of the Yuma on Coachella Day 2
Coachella Saturdays tend to be epic occasions, and the festival’s heralded second day proved to be no aberration from this tradition in 2017. Across the board, the second day of this year’s Coachella saw moments of great momentum for the attending fanbases of their favored artists. Lady Gaga headlined perhaps the festival with all the pomp, circumstance, and intrigue that one would expect from Mother Monster. DJ Snake proved once more that he’s evolved from a highly-followed DJ to a bona fide headliner candidate, closing out the Outdoor Stage while Gucci Mane performed in the Sahara Tent. Future brought out Migos and Drake as special guests, while Martin Garrix invited Dua Lipa to perform their hit, “Scared to be Lonely,” onstage.
However, amid the objectively exciting frivolities of the aforementioned, there was likely no Coachella performance as enthralling as Solomun’s. The Diynamic label-head is perhaps best-known for three things: his masterful house productions, his knack to purvey a set which appeals to any crowd, and his internationally-beloved “dad moves.”
While many spectators predicted a somewhat mellow deep house offering from the German-based vanguard, he fully harnessed his talent of fitting the mood of the venue and crowd alike with his 9:30 set in the Yuma Tent. For an hour and a half, the DJ dominated his attendees with a formidable blend of techno, house, and progressive music which captured the essence of Yuma with profound power.
In the pitch blackness of the all-enveloping supra-club, Solomun vacillated between overwhelming his audience with minimal, but abrasive cuts which echoed the visceral aggression of Gesaffelstein and mesmerizing selections such as Maceo Plex’s unreleased, yet widely-circulated remix of The Smiths’ “How Soon Is Now.” In the Yuma’s remarkably well-tuned sound-system and magnanimous topography, Solomun achieved the majesty not of a decorated DJ, but of the biblical King Solomon himself.
While the DJ’s renowned dad moves were largely obscured by the cavernous darkness of the venue, one can assume they were, nonetheless in rare form last night. After all, what reason would he have not to dance to his fullest degree of rapture? Solomun not only threw the best party of the weekend thus far – he curated a sensory journey of the highest caliber.
Photos by Erik Voake, courtesy of Coachella.