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Primavera Sound 2026 Lineup
Primavera Sound 2026 has already wrapped — but you can still dig through the lineup and find the acts you would have loved.
Barcelona's tastemaker summit by the sea — The Cure, Gorillaz and The xx over a bill that runs shoegaze to hyperpop, with My Bloody Valentine's long-awaited return.
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Primavera Sound full lineup
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Gorillaz
Damon Albarn's animated universe — a genre-omnivorous hits machine and guest-star carousel, two decades of cartoon cover for some of pop's best songwriting.
Massive Attack
Bristol's trip-hop architects — 'Teardrop' dread and LED-wall politics in one of live music's heaviest atmospheres.
Skrillex
Bass music's shape-shifting elder — from brostep infamy to festival-set transcendence, reinvention as a permanent state.
The Cure
Goth's beating heart — three-hour sets, Robert Smith's undimmed voice, and a catalog that swings from despair to 'Friday I'm in Love'.
The xx
Whispered minimalism that somehow fills a festival field — intimacy at headline scale, 'Intro' still raising arm hair.
Addison Rae
Reinvented from short-form-video ubiquity into a genuinely well-made art-pop project — breathy vocals, early-2000s dance production, and co-signs from pop's most discerning corners.
Bad Gyal
Catalonia's dembow provocateur — Auto-Tuned dancehall glamour made for the club at 3 a.m.
Big Thief
Adrianne Lenker's trembling songcraft in band form — the most quietly devastating live act in indie rock.
Blood Orange
Dev Hynes's velvety art-R&B — '80s soul textures, jazz chords, and quiet heartbreak from one of pop's most sought-after collaborators.
Ethel Cain
Southern-gothic epics — hymn-like, haunted Americana that turns festival fields reverent, the 'Preacher's Daughter' mythology unfolding at its own patient pace.
Father John Misty
Josh Tillman's lounge-lizard prophet act — gorgeous orchestration, acid wit, and a crooner's delivery that sells every barbed line.
JADE
Little Mix's Jade gone gloriously weird — 'Angel of My Dreams' announced a real pop auteur, camp and chaos with A-list polish.
Kneecap
Belfast's bilingual rap provocateurs — republican mischief, mosh-pit energy, real bars, and a film's worth of mythology already.
Knocked Loose
Kentucky hardcore built on the meanest two-step riffs going, with Bryan Garris's shriek cutting clean over the top — heaviness that crossed over without softening.
Little Simz
One of rap's sharpest pens, full stop — orchestral ambition and North London grit, 'Sometimes I Might Be Introvert' the modern benchmark.
Lola Young
'Messy' made her unavoidable — raw South London soul-pop with a busted-heart snarl and a voice that earns the Winehouse comparisons.
Mac DeMarco
The gap-toothed prince of jangly slacker-pop — cigarette ballads and pure charm, goofball stage antics over genuinely tender songwriting.
MARINA
Electra Heart's creator, a decade on — theatrical art-pop with cult-classic devotion behind it.
My Bloody Valentine
Loveless made the loudest beautiful music ever recorded — earplugs mandatory, transcendence likely.
Peggy Gou
Seoul-born, Berlin-forged selector — '(It Goes Like) Nanana' made her house music's biggest global fashion-crossover star.
PinkPantheress
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.
Slowdive
Shoegaze's gentlest giants — Souvlaki haze reborn for a generation that found them on the internet.
Viagra Boys
Sweaty, saxophone-wielding Swedish post-punk satire — one of the best live bands on earth right now, 'Sports' shouted by thousands.
Wet Leg
Deadpan, hook-loaded post-punk — the Isle of Wight duo grown into a full-blast rock band, 'Chaise Longue' just the opening joke.
Yard Act
Wry Leeds post-punk gone disco — talk-sung satire you can dance to, Britain narrated mid-groove, grooves with a permanent smirk.
BLOND:ISH
Cameron Winter
Carl Cox
Oh yes, oh yes — techno's most beloved ambassador, three decades deep and still the happiest man behind three decks.
Fcukers
NYC's buzziest indie-dance trio — baggy house grooves with downtown cool, like Madchester relocated to a Chinatown basement.
Joseph Capriati
Neapolitan techno marathon man — famous for sets that outlast the sunrise.
Lambrini Girls
NewDad
Galway four-piece dealing in gauzy, low-slung shoegaze with a persistent undertow of dread — Irish gloom in slow motion.
The New Eves
Brighton's ritualistic folk-punk coven — violin, drums, and wild-eyed harmony, part gig and part rite, folk horror you can dance to.
These New Puritans
Water From Your Eyes
Deadpan Brooklyn experimentalism — Matador-signed art-rock puzzles that groove, absurdist and airtight at once, strangeness with a beat you can trust.