Twenty One Pilots
Genre-agnostic arena duo — rap, ukulele, and existential dread with a devoted Clique, lore deep enough for a wiki.
Montreal's biggest weekend — three days of island stages on Parc Jean-Drapeau with the skyline across the Saint Lawrence.
Osheaga is Canada's biggest festival weekend and still one of the best-situated on earth: three days on Parc Jean-Drapeau's island stages, with the Saint Lawrence on every side and Montreal's skyline across the water. The 2026 edition — the festival's 19th — runs 89 acts deep, with Twenty One Pilots, Tate McRae, and Lorde up top and a bill that mirrors the city itself: anglo indie rock and UK post-punk, francophone pop and pan-African club nights, techno tents and Cree folk-pop. Come for the headliners, stay for the metro ride home with ten thousand new friends.
Expect indie rock, hip-hop, house and pop across 89 acts.
July 31 – August 2, 2026 — Friday through Sunday.
Parc Jean-Drapeau on Montreal's Île Sainte-Hélène — a quick ride from downtown on the metro's yellow line.
Twenty One Pilots (Friday), Tate McRae (Saturday), and Lorde (Sunday).
89 acts across three days and multiple island stages.
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Genre-agnostic arena duo — rap, ukulele, and existential dread with a devoted Clique, lore deep enough for a wiki.
Whispered minimalism that somehow fills a festival field — intimacy at headline scale, 'Intro' still raising arm hair.
Monochrome California moodiness — 'Sweater Weather' and a decade of slow-burn alt-pop, reunited for a generation that streamed them into legend.
Unhinged Brooklyn art-rock — yelping, swaggering, and critically adored, like the Stones reassembled by art students mid-fever.
Deadpan, hook-loaded post-punk — the Isle of Wight duo grown into a full-blast rock band, 'Chaise Longue' just the opening joke.
Belgium's techno figurehead — relentless, hypnotic peak-time sets that carried her from Antwerp warehouses to the genre's biggest global stages.
Berlin's gabber-punk duo — screamed German vocals over pummeling club tempos, equal parts rave, hardcore show, and performance-art provocation.
Dreamville's technician — one of rap's most gymnastic voices, devastating live, syllables stacked like a man showing off because he can.
Japan's novel-into-song hitmakers — 'Idol' broke every record; the live band goes harder than you'd guess, J-pop precision with rock muscle.
Oregon folk-country riser — earnest, streaming-era troubadour with a fanbase that found him one chorus at a time.
Canadian duo blurring house music and moody guitar-band songwriting — church-dark grooves played live, splitting the difference between a DJ set and a rock show.
Mercury-winning UK alt-rock — from whispered folk to full-throated fuzz in one set, Ellie Rowsell commanding every register.
Polish techno provocateur — fast, hard, and gleefully irreverent, rave intensity with an internet-native sense of humor.
Globe-trotting soul-pop — a rich, agile voice over self-produced grooves, folding the percussion and texture of everywhere she's lived into modern R&B.
Hushed English folk with a river-water voice — quietly one of the best writers of her generation, turning small domestic details into devastating songs.
South London genre-blur — drill, indie, and R&B folded into diaristic collage, homemade and heartsore in equal measure.
UK garage revival heat — skippy drums and low-end pressure, two-step engineered for the new generation of dancefloors.
Raw-nerve UK rock — Cobain-worn songwriting building a serious cult, intensity that reads as truth, a band critics keep underestimating upward.
Moody melodic electronic with live-instrument warmth — Vancouver atmosphere in the ODESZA lineage, drops that glow rather than strike.
Montreal's sunniest synth-pop — francophone disco warmth from Jules Henry's beach-party project, SPF-rated grooves, Montreal summer bottled.

Hazy California duo — beachside indie-soul.


Dev Hynes's velvety art-R&B — '80s soul textures, jazz chords, and quiet heartbreak from one of pop's most sought-after collaborators.
Dancer-first pop stardom — precision choreography and inescapable hooks, one province over from home and treating it accordingly.
Moody, reverb-soaked alt-pop from a Manhattan teenager who went from bedroom demos to festival bills — heartbreak at streaming scale.
Hardcore's joyful crossover kings — dreamy interludes, stage dives, total communion, and a crowd that moves as one.
Theatrical Aussie synth-pop royalty — headdresses, spectacle, and 'Walking on a Dream' euphoria, a duo that treats every festival set as full-scale cinematic ritual.
Philly folk-rockers grown into amphitheater singalongs — warm, road-tested, communal, with 'Silver Lining' as the nightly high-water mark.
Funk-flecked Gen-Z bedroom pop — 'Chest Pain (I Love)' and a fast-rising live rep, Steve Lacy instincts with his own snap.
Glasgow's art-school dance-punks — 'Take Me Out' still detonates a field two decades on, and the deep cuts still make people dance.
Irish rave-house heat — big-room energy with underground credentials, breakbeats and pianos at full sprint, Galway-to-warehouse momentum fully underway.
One of rap's sharpest pens, full stop — orchestral ambition and North London grit, 'Sometimes I Might Be Introvert' the modern benchmark.
Sweaty, saxophone-wielding Swedish post-punk satire — one of the best live bands on earth right now, 'Sports' shouted by thousands.
Australian house heater — half of the HYPERBEAM b2b with OMNOM, flip-happy edits with festival-scale bounce.
Feel-good house edits gone huge — crowd-pleasing flips built for hands-up moments, a set with zero pretension and full commitment.
Yes, that Finn Wolfhard — scrappy, sincere indie rock beyond the Stranger Things shadow, garage-band instincts played without celebrity gloss.
Montreal indie rock institution — jittery, anthemic songs from two of Canada's best songwriters, home-field advantage included and audible.
London's elusive trio — murmured vocals and tangled guitars that made Matador come calling, with a mystique maintained by saying almost nothing in public.
West London grime star gone festival-sized — melodic flexes, 'Ladbroke Grove' garage bounce, and a UK-rap versatility that moves between road and radio without strain.

Montreal's roving SMS-only party turned collective — pan-African club sounds, moonlit, a whole scene distilled into one set.
Anthemic Irish folk-rock — banjo-driven singalongs built for fields, Limerick lads on a steep national rise.
Montreal rapper repping the city's anglo hip-hop underground — homegrown bars from the 514, scene-carrying energy included.
Genre-smashing Melbourne punk-rap — riffs, bars, and zero regard for lanes, delivered with a hardcore band's physicality.


Québec's franco-pop charmer — playful, synth-kissed chanson for the home crowd, delivered with a wink, francophone pop's brightest grin.

The NZ art-pop auteur — brooding, minimal, and generation-defining, back on a headline stage where the whispered verses hit hardest.
Atlanta's melodic-trap stylist — liquid flows and designer-drip anthems, delivered with barely a raised pulse and total control.
Diplo's dancehall-electronic party machine — pure festival serotonin, 'Lean On' and a dozen more global smashes in one set.
Pusha T and Malice, reunited — coke-rap scripture over pristine beats, one of rap's great comebacks and a masterclass in brotherly chemistry.
Riddim-dubstep heavyweight — appearing in the GRIZTRONICS b2b with GRiZ, an hour of pure bass warfare with a funk streak.
Swedish pop machinery at its shiniest — 'Lush Life' to main-character bangers, delivered with total command.
Anonymous collective making orchestral hip-hop spectacle — the mystery is the point, and the strings are real.
Vancouver's TikTok-resurrected art-rockers — quirky harmonies and a huge devoted crowd, a back catalog rediscovered by a generation that made it theirs.
Iceland's stomp-and-holler exports — 'Little Talks' and a decade of widescreen indie-pop, hey!-shouts included, Icelandic warmth at singalong scale.
Masked rave persona from the farm — bubbling trance-pop played entirely straight-faced, a bit committed to so hard it became a movement.
Mythic, incantatory folk-pop — 'Labour' made her the internet's feminist bard, and the deeper catalog keeps the incantation going.
Gossamer French avant-pop — choral synths and whispered melody, songs that feel lit by candles and screens at once.
UK dance-pop craftsman — glossy, feel-everything disco-house built for golden hour, collaborator to half of pop's A-list.
The drag superstar behind the decks — camp, pop edits, and pure joy, with folk-album credentials in the back pocket.
French techno on the big-room end — driving, melodic, precise, engineered for the main-stage laser budget.
French techno veteran — acid-flecked grooves from a free-party lifer, rave roots audible in every squelch.
Perth indie-rock with aching hooks — Australia's biggest new guitar band, 'Booster Seat' devotion at full volume.
Irish country-pop with a wicked sense of humor and a bigger voice — a riotous live show that swings from comedy to gut-punch inside one chorus.
Irish folk trio — hushed three-part harmonies and homesick story-songs that have been quietly filling rooms far bigger than anyone expected.
Viral dark art-pop — spoken-word menace over strings, Gen Z's gothic conscience with a scalpel for a pen.
Toronto's genre-splicing club force — dancehall, jungle, and R&B collide in her JELLY parties and productions, remapping the dancefloor around diasporic bass.
Filipino-Canadian pop craftsman — hooks first, feelings close behind, Toronto polish on diary-page pop, earworms with genuine warmth underneath.
Sibling duo making fuzzy, playful alt-pop with internet-era intimacy — lo-fi textures and hooks that sound DM'd directly to you.
Toronto pop-rock quartet — glossy, sentimental, and huge with the TikTok-indie crowd, harmonies engineered for the closing montage.
Cree and Salish singer weaving Indigenous roots into warm folk-pop and R&B — powwow-honed vocals in a new frame.

Montreal soul voice — intimate, bilingual R&B delivered with jazz-club poise and late-night restraint, songs that hush a room into leaning closer.

Toronto's teenage alt-pop riser — bedroom-written songs with pop-punk teeth and a diarist's eye for adolescent detail.
Hannah Judge's bedroom-built indie rock — wry, fuzzed-out, and quietly anxious, small songs with hooks that refuse to leave.