Per usual, the third day of Coachella (April 16) got off to a slow start, the overpartied masses staying back 'til sundown while scads of hardcore fans sweated it out in the Easter Sunday sun. It felt like a day of discovery in the afternoon, with an eclectic set of upstarts gaining a new audience from among the fest's most intense fans.
Ezra Furman, dressed in his best little black dress and lace leggings, played a sparsely attended but eminently joyful set, with Tom Waits-influenced accordion and horn sounds illuminating folksy queer-positive anthems. He was immediately followed on the outdoor stage by Whitney -- not a woman, but a drummer-led band playing charming anthems that fall somewhere between Dawes and Edward Sharpe on the jam family tree.
Two emerging rappers played against each other, with Goldlink backpack-rapping to an enthusiastic crowd in Mojave at the same time British rapper Skepta tongue-twisted his way through overseas grime hits in Sahara, welcoming Younglord on stage for a guest spot.