My schedule
No saved acts yet
Search and filter the whole lineup below — anything you save lines up here by day and venue.
Browse the lineupOr let the matcher pick for you from the bands you already love.
Add more acts
Browse the whole Primavera Sound lineup — anything you save lands on this schedule.
Doja Cat
Pop's most unpredictable shapeshifter — rap technician, internet troll and arena performer in the same body.
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.
