The Score Magazine March 2018 issue! | Page 24

VH1 SUPERSONIC Three days in Pune turned out to be extremely exhausting. I know the word is usually reserved for unpleasant experiences, but there is no other way to describe shuffling between four massive stages at Vh1 Supersonic. It was impossible to catch every act, and so you had to shed some tears and let some artists go. I went for a carefully considered mix of constant favourites and curious novelties. The lineup was heavy on electronic artists, and for an amateur listener, it was a great place to find a taste for that sound. Techno-EDM- trance sounds a lot better when accompanied by strobe lighting, alcohol-fueled dancing and shoutouts by Nikhil Chinappa. I’ll start with the Sonic Realm stage. A monstrous masterpiece that delivered a visual and phonetic extravaganza with every act. Even if you didn’t like Nucleya or Gurbax or DJ ASA, you couldn’t turn away from the trippy images swirling on the four screens or the flawless quality of the sound. As someone completely uninterested in Major Lazer or Marshmello, I was compelled to stay for multiple songs simple by virtue of the pseudo- psychedelic picturization. The Live Stage is the one that substantiated the promise of a multi- genre festival. Here’s where you had Alt-J, who elevated a writhing crowd to a dreamscape with a setlist that almost touched the edge of magic. An eerie silence fell before they began each song, a split second when all of us drew in a sharp breath and lent our voices to their far superior ones. 22 The Score Magazine highonscore.com Here is also where you had Incubus, who took everyone back to the days of discovering rock music on late night radio and Limewire. From where I was standing, you could see older fans choking on the fact that they were seeing, in the flesh, some heroes of their adolescence. Newer fans wondered aloud why they hadn’t heard much of them before, and by the end of the set, they swore to devote long hours to this band the minute they got home that night. Sheer perfection was achieved. The experimental stage, Laborotorie Supersonique was the abode of deliciously idiosyncratic sounds. The Adana Twins, The Midival Punditz, Raja Kumari, Dj Uri &Rynosax were among the few that inspired a long listen and burgeoning interest. Raja Kumari, in particular, drew a crowd that took on a face full of the afternoon sun and sang along to her hits. For people who liked to dance, the festival was a phenomenal destination. From three of the four stages emerged a constant stream of electronica and techno-heavy varieties. Three whole days saw people move to a combination of curious combinations of groove-inspired tones, seemingly unlimited beer, theatrical smoke and heady visuals calibrated to the ricocheting sound. The Spectrum by Awakenings stage did this especially well, as proved by the fact that many of the festival-goers spent all of the three days plopped and/or grinding in front of it. To sum up, Vh1 Supersonic delivered on every one of its advertised promises. It certainly exceeded expectations in terms of production, timing, and security without compromising on the good time. The security surrounding alcohol might have gone a tad overboard, but since I have zero experience in running a major festival, I’ll just assume that the organisers knew what they were doing. They had to, because it couldn’t have been easy planning for something so monumental to finish within just three measly days.