Post Malone at Coachella Review – Chamelonic Megastar gives in the desert | Coachella

THree Songs in his coachella headliner -set on Sunday asked Post Malone to stop and restart his band. It was not that he had made a mistake; Rather, he had to get serious for a second. “How to the hell is everyone?” Before he repeated for the second time, he asked how grate he was, as he hopes, “everyone takes care of themselves and have a great damned night.” The 29-year-old singer, who is switched in such a way that he has bounced down from the trap to hip-hop to rock in rock to country into the country in less than a decade, retains at least one consistency: with an extremely bad mouth and a beer in hand, he will always be polite. He will check in. He will humbly refer to the “ladies and gentlemen”, even if he asks: “How damned bitch is it to come here tonight and play for you?”

This warm with which you still want to celebrate with one of the most popular artists in the world? This is the appeal by the musician born in Austin Richard Post, a self-proclaimed party man who only wants to have a good time, so that he deals with a good atmosphere that he is the only conceivable person who could work with Beyoncé, Taylor Swift and Morgan Wallen in one year. They could see that the complaint that the Coachella audience worked on Sunday evening far from the recent headlining, with the post of one of the best avatars of gen z for good life: fame, fortune, freedom of limits, the heart wears their sleeve, but keeps it cold. After all, this is a man who started with Soundcloud and inspired the video game guitar hero to go to music. He speaks the language of dreams and passions and fun, not of ego or self -shelter.

This good mood translates on Sunday evening, even for those who did not necessarily tend to follow him on a straight road to Americana. Post has one of the most versatile and chameleonic votes in the music, but the show on Sunday, Twangy, leaned around F-1 billions that were published last year with a series of Nashville employees, Twangy, who built up the beer and brosing country album of the Texas-Native. Post that struggled around a stage that was designed like a motorway exit as if the country were only a pit stop on an open street of the music style; Both the artist and the band carried Trucker hats. It is a transformation of obvious significant, although it is so enthusiastic that it is sincere.

The fact that the music was often so full-bodied and steamed that the words of Post were not determined was his glassy voice of large, bloody guitar-licks and larger pyrotechnics, was for the crowd that was with the late 2010 circles, congratulations and rock star or rock star or line tancing to New Songs to New Songs to New Songs TO New Songs for New Songs to New Songs to New Songs to New Songs to New Songs. This was an obvious exertion of a superstar, a man of the people who held during the break to chug out of a solo cup, and apologized several times for being “a bit picky” after giving up autotune. (He already sounded like autotune.)

The 90-minute set, which had the first publication of White Iverson, had the latest hit single. The effect turned between anesthetic cacophony and an invigorating sound wall and wrapped when he had his naturally renovating voice opened and about songs how I fall apart and look good. For as much loose charm as it brings on the table, post often seemed entertaining due to mere willpower.

During his penultimate number, which was sung by a crushed motorway advertising table in front of the catwalk, he remembered when he was once released as a former miracle with an immediate pitch for the masses: “I want you to do what you fuck and love, you love what you love and fucked it. People with telephone cameras in the air, this creative, this creative Luminous fire and pop music puzzles, which was brought to their knees in the service of the audience and the occasion. Nobody can stop you damn“He shouted before there was a polite allusion to the women and gentlemen of the desert.