Sometimes the big summer festivals stop making sense...
Even repetitive setlists and tired motifs can still draw the best damn crowd in ravedom.
Think about all the other things that could have been accomplished in that time.
I went to Belgium to find out if the festival actually exists.
Fist pumping, fireworks and Tiësto showing the world how he shot his wad into the spawn that is Hardwell. This is the world’s best festival in all its sunburnt, tasteless glory.
You have no better plans this weekend than to watch this.
Bingo Players, Felix Cartal, Zeds Dead and Tommy Trash are Getting Up Close and Personal at Tomorrowland
A guest list-free party inside the party for artists and fans (and some refreshments).