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Calvin Harris is a tall Scotsman with an ’80s fetish and, on Saturday night at Coachella, a tent full of dance-happy fans who knew the words.
His throwback disco is sprinkled with enough moxie and clever wordplay that it might have a shelf life longer than the wisps of fresh air that occasionally blow through this festival’s porta-potties. It helps that his five-piece band delivers the goods, both instrumentally and with those falsetto backing vocals that were “Acceptable in the ’80s,” and even before.
Even stomping purposefully around the stage, furiously knob-twiddling or doing his best to sell a couple new songs, Harris comes off as the party guy, and it’s just not his sticky song “Merrymaking at My Place.” His is the new disco that wants to be taken seriously like, perhaps, LCD Soundsystem’s. Dance, sweat, then talk about that great book you just read.
Harris seems on his way.
Post, photos by Kevin Bronson
