C'mon, who tripped over the laptop cable?
The first night proper of Primavera Sound is serious. There wasn’t a lot of movement during early evening sets from Björk, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, and later, Nils Frahm. More gazing. It’s down to Fever Ray and Vince Staples to provide a light touch to an otherwise pensive opening evening. That’s not to say Staples’ on stage persona is particularly jovial, he’s earnest about his business, too. But it’s the first time a crowd really moves.
It’s not Staples’ aim to purely bring the party – he does, by virtue of his ceaseless energy and the general thrust of the set – but he’s also there to provoke some thought. The stage itself it set up like a Currys’ shop window from 1996 – a dozen TV screens of varying dimensions projecting everything from police brutality to basketball and naked arse cheeks. And that’s it. It’s a barren set-up apart from Staples, with each new track cued in presumably from a laptop side-of-stage.
Where that lack of furniture would swallow up other performers the 24-year-old uses the empty space like a gymnasium. Strolling in circles, and striding left to right and back again. Away from his shows he’s known for not holding back – whether that’s weighing in on R. Kelly or reviewing the events in the Olympics. Tonight, though, he keeps the conversation functional: “I’m happy to be here, I hope that you’re happy to be here,” being probably the most interesting. Or, “you look like me.”