Kitsch is intimate and ethereal, but with a sharp edge that slowly reveals itself. Beats pulse in space as Sur Back unfurls phrases like “aspirin of diaspora” and “buried your rolex in tasteless snow” with such conviction that you feel like you’re being told a secret from a friend.
If Coachella is about youth and base tastes and hordes and fake flowers and bikini tops and high-waisted shorts and casual sex and molly and indie rock, then it’s a thing of its time — this time. It has generational importance, and people older than 24 can go, but they need to know they’re no longer the target audience. Steely Dan may have been that target when this all happened for the first time at Woodstock or ’90s raves, but if they’re old enough to remember those things, Coachella isn’t really about them.