Coachella 2025 highlights: a sweaty, star-packed year with thrills for all ages

The Guardian

15-04-2025

Despite its reputation for bohemian escape – a music Disneyland for adults in the desert – Coachella can often feel like a gauntlet. The drive from Los Angeles to Indio will set you back anywhere from three to five hours, the lines even more; some campers endured 12-hour lines to access the site.
A three-day general admissions pass went for a whopping $649 this year, $220 more than just five years ago, and that's not counting money spent on lodging, food and outfits suitable for 40-degree temp swings. No wonder over half of attendees this year were on payment plans. Unless Revolve is footing your bill, what 20-something can afford Coachella?
Such was the latest strain of bad press for North America's largest music festival, which – depending on who you talk to – is recovering from its flop year of depressed ticket sales in 2024. Whether the inflammatory headlines comparing it to Fyre Festival (wrong) or questioning Gen Z's financial literacy (fair) are out of genuine concern or FOMO-laced schadenfreude, Coachella is certainly in some form of identity shift, with the question of who it's for, who attends and what it represents in palpable flux over the course of its first 2025 weekend.
On the one hand, the festival draws a more international lineup and diverse crowd than its flower-crown reputation suggests; though it of course skews young, there were plenty of middle-aged adults (with, presumably, more robust bank accounts) mixed in with high schoolers, gaggles of shirtless men, college kids on drugs and the occasional baby with headphones on. On the other, well, it's hard to walk more than a few feet in the rapidly browning grass without either interrupting a photo or being asked to take one, the festival's appearance-oriented clientele still hopelessly tied to the 'gram and the game of envy.
But those who did make it were rewarded by solid sets and deep dehydration – temperatures reached a scorching 102 on Friday, making 2025 the hottest festival on record. 'It's hottttttttt … but it's nice' rasped Djo, aka Stranger Things' Joe Keery, on Friday afternoon in a sweltering Mojave cool kids' tent, attendees bopping to chill songs of existential ennui and anxiety while sweating through their shirts.
'The weather's not like this in England, I can tell you that,' lamented a miserable looking beabadoobee in the Sunday glare; the Filipino-British singer nonetheless turned out a winsome set of alt-rock shredding that recalled both Liz Phair and Michelle Branch.
Good luck to anyone performing before 7pm, though the heat lent the whole affair a sense of survivors' bonding – the sight of drummer Tré Cool sweating off his glitter eye shadow during Green Day's Saturday night set, long after the sun went down, was perhaps the most representative image of a weekend that had many melting face.
Rising temps met simmering discontent. Recession indicators abounded, from screaming to Green Day's American Idiot ('I'm not part of a Maga agenda,' singer Billie Joe Armstrong ad-libbed), to Jimmy Eat World drenching the main stage in sweat and what is now dad rock, to Charli xcx's unofficial headliner set of pure indie sleaze. Brat green outpaced crochet on Saturday, with the British artist drawing one of the biggest crowds of the weekend to watch her stunt through bangers only with Billie Eilish, Lorde and Troye Sivan, along with numerous celebrity fans; videos circulated of Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner canoodling in the VIP area. Jenner's ex Travis Scott served as the semi-billed fourth headliner of the weekend, with a late Saturday set that several people I met planned to cautiously attend, citing fears about the Astroworld disaster that went unmentioned. Styled as a modern-day gladiator, attacking the beat while nearly obscured by smoke, Scott's set projected aggression without incident.
Like last year, female artists saved Coachella from flopping, providing some of the biggest highs of the weekend. Charli's party girl energy gave way to party politics, with Clairo bringing out Bernie Sanders, fresh off a Fighting Oligarchy rally in LA, as a surprise guest. Sanders called on a queer-leaning Gen Z crowd to 'lead in the fight to combat climate change, protect women's rights, and build an economy that works for all, not just the few' – at a festival whose CEO has donated extensively to Republican campaigns and anti-LGBTQ+ organizations. The Go-Go's kicked off the festival with a set celebrating their 40+ years as punk leaders, proving youth is a mindset. And Lady Gaga's instantly canonical set was worth the price of admission alone, once again demonstrating Coachella's long transition into a major pop star festival in the wake of Beychella. I left my body at the sight of Gaga, haughty in queenly garb, transitioning from 2025 smash Abracadabra to 2011 hit Judas from on high.
A year after Chappell Roan rocketed into the mainstream from the small Gobi stage, South African star Tyla appeared ascendant on the Outdoor stage, holding the crowd's focus with some of the loosest hips I've ever seen. The popheads then hustled across the grounds to Lisa – aka Blackpink's Lalisa Manobal – at Sahara, where she cemented her solo career with a slickly produced, eardrum-puncturing set that recalled Blackpink's maximally hype headlining appearance two years ago. Her bandmate Jennie put an exclamation point on K-Pop's inroads at Coachella on Sunday, all crisp choreography and heavy beats with a cowboy hat.
Megan Thee Stallion, too, went cowgirl with boots, hat and leather for indisputably the hottest dancing of the weekend. Her set delivered some of the heaviest nostalgia hits as well – during Plan B, she brought out Queen Latifah to perform U.N.I.T.Y, her 1993 track also confronting disrespect of women's bodies and choices, and Ciara to twerk for Goodies. Both incited massive crowd freak-outs, only slightly dampened by the festival cutting Megan's mic for time. And Missy Elliott melted time for her festival debut with a set that, a few technical issues aside, appealed to the past and the future at once; Get Ur Freak On and bug glasses have confirmed made it to Gen Z.
Nostalgia, of course, powered a good portion of a festival that depends as much on drawing the veterans as the festival bros tripping at Sahara.
'As an old person I love to see how much love these old bands are getting,' said a woman who appeared to be (gasp) 35 at an over-capacity crowd for Weezer's Saturday set. Basement Jaxx and Kraftwerk, both running far behind schedule at an otherwise typically tight festival, reminded why they've long been on the Coachella lineup, back when the festival skewed heavily rock and electronic. T-Pain took attendees back to 2007 with an electrified version of Buy U a Drank that made walking through the crowd a battle against flailing limbs. Zedd portaled to 2013 with an extended version of Clarity, the high point of millennial-leaning set that brought out Maren Morris, John Mayer and Julia Michaels. Benson Boone, 22, explicitly channeling Freddie Mercury, brought out 77-year-old Queen drummer Brian May for Bohemian Rhapsody. And Post Malone and Shaboozey leaned into the nostalgia inherent in a country twang; the latter's voice, rich and honeyed, drew a strikingly diverse crowd for a full sing-along to A Bar Song (Tipsy), which he premiered at Coachella last year to far fewer people.
For a festival that often feels too slick for its own good, there were still some surprises. The little monsters of erstwhile Nickelodeon kids' show Yo Gabba Gabba! delivered one of the most unexpectedly joyous and strange hours of the weekend – pure mascot mayhem, Duolingo owl included, for silly songs like Yummy In My Tummy, plus Weird Al and Flavor Flav for a ridiculously catchy number called I Love Bugs. That moment, vibing out to children's song about centipedes and spiders, unlocked the secret of Coachella – find whatever escape hits enough to forget the enormous start-up costs and tiers of people getting better access than you, and it's all worth it. That it took a children's show performing to a room at least 50% on drugs to find it is as good an indicator as any that Coachella is in its quarter-life crisis era, trying a little of everything, cartoon monsters to Little Monsters, to see what sticks.