I partied with Flo Rida's agent and watched a ton of French rap at the Festival d'Eté.
Pokémon Go, as it already has with so many other aspects of reality, quickly threw the entire enterprise of music festivals into existential peril.
Away from Tinder's glacier of dick pics, could these outdoor conventions be the last hope in switching off and finding true love? I went to a festival's "Cupid's Singles Club" to find out.
"No Assholes Allowed:" Iceland's Eistnaflug Fest Is the Most Fun a Metalhead Can Have This Side of Hell
We spent a weekend way up North worshipping black metal and dancing to Perturbator beneath the midnight sun.
We went all the way to Hellfest, and all we got were a bunch of hilarious photos of metalheads behaving badly.
To bring some efficiency to your FOMO, here are all the festival's greatest moments in one place—from David Bowie sing alongs to BBK storming the Pyramid Stage on mountain bikes.
“I’ll start with a few upbeat songs, but from then it’s just gonna get a bit miserable I’m afraid!”
Twenty-four-hour sun's out, guns out.