JUKE WENT TO HANG OUT WITH THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE AND ENDED UP FINDING JESUS AT GOTHENBURG’S WAYOUTWEST FESTIVAL.
The lineup attracted music addicts from all over Sweden, for two days of 24 hour dancing, making out in duck ponds and euphoric phantasmagoria in the grass.
One of the first things that caught our eye was Jesus (must’ve been him), sitting peacefully in the grass. Wearing white pyjamas, he enjoyed himself chewing apples, singing about broccoli, preaching love and getting high on himself. A moment later Robyn, with her mouth full of banana, spread her message “Don’t fucking tell me what to do!” over the area.
On the other side of the park, Prince bicycled around on Swedish politician Leif Pagrotsky’s bike. Pagrotsky is known for his huge beard, dj-skills and very short length. One Lilliputian helping another. We felt love was all around.
James Blake’s church gig then knocked us completely with organ sounds from outer space. The base made the benches tremble as if cursed by demons. Wu Lyf, however, were under no circumstances allowed into the house of God. The gig was relegated to a club, where Lucifer’s apostles held a satanic high mass. The club reeked of sweat, the guitarist howled and, moobs naked, the band united the brotherhood.
With the help of gold-sprinkled dancers and a fake horse, Santigold made the audience freak out to pompom-choreographed tribal rhythms. On another stage, in front of an epileptic film, an Aztek king/turquoise peacock turned out to be the singer of Empire of the Sun. Next to dancers in ostrich costumes, someone lumbered around, dressed up as a cardboard box.
By: Johanna Karolina
Photos: Petra Stenvall