By Mundane Mag Staff · Barcelona Dispatch

We’re not even done yet, but let’s be honest—Primavera Sound 2025 has already earned its place in the cultural hall of fame. Call it a festival, call it a 311-act cosmic event—whatever it was, it felt like music tearing through the fourth wall to grab you by the face and scream we’re all in this together.

Over seven days and seven venues, with a record-breaking 293,000 people turning out, Primavera wasn’t just a lineup—it was a living, breathing organism of sound, sweat, and surprise. And at its heart? A perfect trifecta of femme-pop powerhouses: Charli XCX, Sabrina Carpenter, and Chappell Roan, who didn’t just headline—they rewrote the headline.

Chappell Roan took the closing night like it was her royal coronation, but she’d already won the crowd days earlier during Charli’s set, jumping on stage for an impromptu Apple-themed choreo moment that made us question who was headlining who. Meanwhile, Charli’s BRAT era painted the festival neon green and glitch-pop glorious, and Sabrina Carpenter delivered the kind of pop precision that somehow makes heartbreak feel like a dance party.

But this year wasn’t just about names—it was about breaking boundaries. Fans turned into collaborators, artists turned into fans, and surprise guests turned the schedule into beautiful chaos. Tame Impala’s Kevin Parker casually rolled through for a surprise set like the cool friend who finally gave in to FOMO. IDLES went full kamikaze (crowdsurfing, of course), beabadoobee paid emotional tribute to Stephen Malkmus, and Troye Sivan turned 30 mid-festival because “his friends were already there.”

The musical range? Delirious. From Kali Malone’s sacred drone symphony to YOASOBI’s J-pop daydreams, Jamie xx’s BPM baptism, and FKA twigs’ art-pop séance, Primavera felt like flicking through your inner playlist on shuffle—with every track performed live. We caught TV on the Radio’s surprise revival, HAIM’s album preview, Villano Antillano’s unannounced takeover, and even Salem’s only show of 2025—because Primavera doesn’t just book artists, it summons legends.

The unsung hero? The invisible yet omnipresent crew of 7,300 staff who kept the whole experience flowing smoother than a Jamie xx drop. And let’s give it up for the crowd—respectful, euphoric, wildly dressed and wildly present. A sea of fringe, mesh, glitter, and emotional intelligence.

Oh, and Primavera didn’t stop at Parc del Fòrum. The city itself became the stage, with Primavera a la Ciutat turning urban venues into intimate shrines of sound. Add to that the industry-slick Primavera Pro, where 3,200 music professionals from 68 countries turned networking into its own art form.

Let’s be real: no other festival can blend mainstream pop spectacle, underground chaos, and emotional communion like Primavera. It’s a party, a pilgrimage, and a political statement wrapped in glitter and reverb.

Primavera Sound 2025 broke the fourth wall and built a new one—with all of us on stage.

Next stop? Porto. But we’re already counting the days till Primavera Barcelona 2026. June 4–6. Mark it. Tattoo it. Manifest it.

Mundane out.