Charli xcx
Pop's reigning vanguardist — the brat era's architect bringing club-pop chaos to the main stage, a decade of underground experiments finally cashing out at scale.
Three days in the Golden Gate Park fog — indie, hip-hop, and house music with sourdough and Karl the Fog on the side.
Outside Lands is San Francisco distilled into a festival: three August days in Golden Gate Park where Karl the Fog rolls over the polo field, the food and wine program is genuinely worth planning around, and the lineup splits its heart between indie rock, hip-hop, and house music. The 2026 edition runs 97 acts deep — Charli xcx, The Strokes, The xx, and RÜFÜS DU SOL up top, the GRIZTRONICS b2b for the bass faithful, and an undercard stacked with the kind of left-field bookings (a Tokyo cult DJ, a Mexican folk jewel, the SF Gay Men's Chorus) that make the fog feel like atmosphere instead of weather. Bring layers. Seriously.
Expect pop, indie rock, alternative and electronic across 97 acts.
August 7–9, 2026 — Friday through Sunday.
Golden Gate Park, San Francisco. Pack layers — the fog is part of the experience.
Charli xcx, The Strokes, The xx, and RÜFÜS DU SOL.
97 acts across three days.
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Pop's reigning vanguardist — the brat era's architect bringing club-pop chaos to the main stage, a decade of underground experiments finally cashing out at scale.
Hardcore's joyful crossover kings — dreamy interludes, stage dives, total communion, and a crowd that moves as one.
Riddim-dubstep heavyweight — appearing in the GRIZTRONICS b2b with GRiZ, an hour of pure bass warfare with a funk streak.
Saxophone-wielding electro-funk — half of the GRIZTRONICS b2b with Subtronics, and a solo catalog of brass-blasted future-funk joy.
The Euphoria score come to life — falsetto gospel-pop maximalism, orchestral drama built by one of pop's most in-demand studio minds.
Memphis crunk revival with a foghorn flow — every set a gym-class riot, 'F.N.F.' still the roll-call anthem.
Unhinged Brooklyn art-rock — yelping, swaggering, and critically adored, like the Stones reassembled by art students mid-fever.
Pusha T and Malice, reunited — coke-rap scripture over pristine beats, one of rap's great comebacks and a masterclass in brotherly chemistry.
Lonesome crowded-west lifers — Isaac Brock's yelp is still an institution, and 'Float On' still floats.
Deadpan, hook-loaded post-punk — the Isle of Wight duo grown into a full-blast rock band, 'Chaise Longue' just the opening joke.
West Virginia's gilded-age songbird — old-time, calypso, and honky-tonk swirled into something timeless, delivered in vintage lace and total command.
Criminally consistent R&B auteur — 'Nasty' finally made the world match her freak, a decade of underrated catalog now vindicated.
Australian house heater — half of the HYPERBEAM b2b with OMNOM, flip-happy edits with festival-scale bounce.
Wonky, bass-heavy house — the other half of the HYPERBEAM b2b with Odd Mob, edits engineered for double-takes.
Modern pop-punk standard-bearers — gruff, fast, and beloved, Walnut Creek's chip-on-shoulder anthems in full stride, pits and singalongs in equal measure.
Tokyo cult selector Yousuke Yukimatsu — genre-shredding DJ sets that went from viral clips to worldwide bookings, anything-goes technique with total joy.
Amsterdam's hard-trance revivalist — acid lines and 150 BPM joy, rave classicism played with total exuberance.
Erykah Badu's secret weapon gone solo — a four-octave R&B comedian-virtuoso whose live show swings between gospel chops and stand-up bits.
Fast-rising Denver bass producer — melodic drops with teeth, riding the front of the dubstep scene's younger, wilder generation.
Austin's instrument-swapping all-women punk-metal wrecking crew — everyone plays everything, and it all lands at full force.
UK garage revival heat — skippy drums and low-end pressure, two-step engineered for the new generation of dancefloors.
Cinematic Nova Scotia noir-pop — smoky, widescreen ballads with an old-Hollywood streak, torch songs delivered with movie-star poise.
Scrappy, hook-stuffed bedroom electro-pop with real wit — Brooklyn miniatures that do more in two minutes than most albums manage.
Smoky, cinematic electronica — Tom Waits filtered through a modular synth, slow-burn grooves for desert highways.
Half of 100 gecs behind the decks — chaos engineering as a solo set, hyperpop's producer-in-chief running unfiltered.
Melbourne house producer with crossover hooks — club tools with pop DNA and festival bookings stacking fast.
Hushed English folk with a river-water voice — quietly one of the best writers of her generation, turning small domestic details into devastating songs.
Moroccan-Canadian vocal powerhouse — dramatic, belt-heavy pop with runs that stop scrollers mid-thumb, technique that turns ballads into main events.
Melbourne minimal-house groover on the rise — sleek, rolling grooves from the city's flourishing club scene.
Hyperspeed UK power-pop — Ramones velocity with Strokes melody, two-minute songs played like the venue is on fire.
'Beanie' broke him everywhere — woozy, warm bedroom soul from Baton Rouge, falsetto sighs over underwater guitar.
'Look At The Time' broke him overnight — big-voiced Southern alt-rock with grunge shadows and arena aims.
Bilingual pop-R&B riser with viral-choir pipes — Spanish-language moments that became bigger than the songs, a voice that turned anthem-singing into a career.
Club-circuit riser closing out Friday's undercard.
The band that rebooted New York rock — a deep catalog of deadpan cool, still untouchable live when the engine catches.
Whispered minimalism that somehow fills a festival field — intimacy at headline scale, 'Intro' still raising arm hair.
Joe Keery's psych-pop project outgrew the actor asterisk — 'End of Beginning' made it undeniable, and the catalog behind it holds up.
Two-minute drum'n'bass-pop confections — the internet's most influential songwriter-per-second, nostalgia sampled into something brand new, hooks gone before you can replay them.
Raw-nerve collage-soul — the most imitated sound in alternative R&B right now, songs that fray and rebuild themselves mid-take.
Southern-gothic epics — hymn-like, haunted Americana that turns festival fields reverent, the 'Preacher's Daughter' mythology unfolding at its own patient pace.
boygenius's novelist-in-residence — warm, devastating indie rock storytelling that rewards close listening and mass singing alike.
Funk-flecked Gen-Z bedroom pop — 'Chest Pain (I Love)' and a fast-rising live rep, Steve Lacy instincts with his own snap.
This Never Happened boss — phone-free deep-house journeys that reward patience, melodic sets built as arcs rather than drops.
Lo-fi electroclash duo — distorted synths and detached vocals for the afterparty, Detroit cool for the post-everything generation.
Feel-good house edits gone huge — crowd-pleasing flips built for hands-up moments, a set with zero pretension and full commitment.
Wry, conversational pop songwriting from Gracie Abrams's longtime collaborator turned solo act — diaristic detail delivered with sharp comic timing.
Berlin melodic-house romantic — the hot-air-balloon Cercle set guy, whose gorgeous live performances turn synth washes into genuine emotional events.
The drag superstar behind the decks — camp, pop edits, and pure joy, a set built for singing along in sunglasses.
Brothers making breezy, jazz-flecked bedroom pop — soft chords, shuffling drums, and a sun-warmed melancholy built for headphones and golden hour.
Smoky-voiced UK balladeer — big-room soul at 19, torch songs with an old head's control, a debut voice that sounds decades deep.
Grammy-nominated melodic house veterans in their warm, patient era — journey-built sets with pop-writing pasts, melodic arcs that breathe.
Mexican folk jewel — cuatro in hand, Grammy in pocket, voice like falling water, silence-commanding live.
Genre-hopping duo bringing club heat.
Wry Leeds post-punk gone disco — talk-sung satire you can dance to, Britain narrated mid-groove, grooves with a permanent smirk.
Raw-nerve UK rock — Cobain-worn songwriting building a serious cult, intensity that reads as truth, a band critics keep underestimating upward.
Sugar-rush club music — Jersey club drums and glittering hyperpop melody, engineered for maximum serotonin per minute.
Argentina's beloved indie-pop romantics — silky, synthy heartache anthems that made them a fixture of Latin America's festival circuit.

Club-circuit electronic project.

Hazy California duo — beachside indie-soul.
Minimalist LA synth-punk trio — icy grooves and motorik precision, like a security-camera feed of a party you're not cool enough to attend.
Playful UK garage-house — pitched-up vocals, rolling two-step drums, and a warm nostalgic streak that nods to the genre's late-'90s golden age while staying strictly dancefloor-first.
Grit-and-leather rock-soul riser.
Sprawling Michigan collective — horn-swelling, patient indie rock that earned an instant cult, chamber-band arrangements with real payoff.
Emerging indie songwriter.
Fuzzy Bay-adjacent indie rock.
Emotional stadium-scale melodic house — sunset-slot perfection from the Australian trio, 'Innerbloom' as the communal cry.
The family ties run deep — elastic, unpredictable rap with pgLang polish and beat-switches that keep entire songs off balance in the best way.
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.
Indie rock's tender institution — twenty-five years of songs that hurt nicely, from 'Transatlanticism' devastation to elder-statesman grace.
Technicolor disco-house — relentless fun, zero pretension, hooks big enough to convert whoever wandered past the stage.
Slow-burn Atlanta R&B — heartbreak delivered with surgical calm, ballads that cut deeper for never raising their voice.
Anonymous collective making orchestral hip-hop spectacle — the mystery is the point, and the strings are real.
German 'high-tech minimal' techno in a joker mask — precise, melodic, relentless, with marathon sets that build like clockwork machinery.
Little Mix's Jade gone gloriously weird — 'Angel of My Dreams' announced a real pop auteur, camp and chaos with A-list polish.
'Sweet Disposition' forever — Melbourne's festival-euphoria specialists returned, delay pedals at the ready, euphoria delivered on schedule.
UK R&B songwriter with quiet-storm control — hushed vocals and late-night restraint, minimal production leaving all the room for the voice.
Berlin electro-techno institution — heavy, distorted, and club-ruining in the best way, with credits that run from underground 12-inches to pop's A-list.
Velvet-toned R&B intimacy from the Kehlani school — plush late-night vocals with an internet-native fanbase that sings every ad-lib.
Anthemic Irish folk-rock — banjo-driven singalongs built for fields, Limerick lads on a steep national rise.
Kiwi brothers making slinky, falsetto-led alt-funk — Auckland groove-pop polished to a late-night sheen, with basslines that do most of the flirting.
Sibling NYC hyperpop chaos agents — glitchy, funny, and relentless, a live set that plays like a timeline scrolled at maximum speed.
Ukrainian melodic-techno force — sleek, driving, globally streamed, with sets polished into cinematic arcs, a livestream-era star proven on real floors.
Cello-trained Istanbul selector — sun-drenched, organic house that folds Mediterranean color into long, golden-hour sets, jet-set warmth with classical bones.
Dual-frontwoman indie rock that lovingly resurrects '90s alternative — big fuzzy hooks, deadpan cool, and twin guitar harmonies built for radio that no longer exists.
Irish folk trio — hushed three-part harmonies and homesick story-songs that have been quietly filling rooms far bigger than anyone expected.

Oklahoma synth-funk duo — velvet grooves, zero pretension, chillwave warmth with actual pocket, made for golden-hour sway.
Sibling harmony machine — 'soft rock' with church-honed vocals and viral charm, family blend polished to studio-grade smoothness.
Bass-forward producer on the rise.
The city's own — 300 voices strong, a Golden Gate Park tradition and a tearjerker, show tunes to protest anthems in one set.
Gauzy London dream-pop — midnight-drive music, synths blurred to streetlight smears, soft-focus songs that glow in the dark.
Brisbane warehouse techno — breakbeats and big-room adrenaline, Australia's rave revival at full charge, breaks with zero brakes.
South London genre-blur — drill, indie, and R&B folded into diaristic collage, homemade and heartsore in equal measure.
Lo-fi guitar-R&B moods gone viral — Pittsburgh bedroom loops with a late-night glow, viral moods with real guitar underneath.
Anthemic young alt band.
Rising electronic producer on the Bay bill.

Soulful singer-songwriter riser.