the second day. friday. already everything is starting to blurr for me.
we went into the main area to chill a bit and walked slowly towards a concert with The Soul Rebels. a brass-band from new orleans. oh, trust you me, it was incredibly awesome! i danced even though i was in the most awful shape. truly a nice reminder of why i loved that city so much. they even served us the most groovy cover of billie jean known to man. aah. enjoyment.
then. we dropped by pavillion. holy shit. DakhaBrakha from Ukraine! folk music with such an epic twist!! LISTEN TO THIS!!!
they fucking owned that place. i truly loved it, but collapsed and had to lay down on the floor in front of that stage. kinda fell asleep, but in that state you really get to take the music on board. it was an otherworldly experience and i thank the roskilde festival for being such brilliant bookers.
luckily i took a picture before gravity got the best of me.
really original band!
then we proceeded to see Killer Mike. it was fun but i don't remember much besides this douche who looked like a maggot:
the concert afterwards was way more epic. El-P. yeah. i just want to sum it up with this image:
the day ended with Kreator. a merciless german holyshit-band. it was awesome!! perfect finish!
tried to watch a gig at odeon afterwards but we didn't last any longer. so fucking tired and ill.
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