was the second time I went to this festival, is a beautiful place, in a valley surrounded by vegetation stage. An ideal place for a festival. We started well with the Futureheads, who had never heard of but were very funny and perfect for an appetizer.
Then came some more known, Hot Hot Heat, who showed that already have some cancand we miss Nick Oliveri, because the current bassist is a Uncle glanders.
And for dessert ... the Pixies. Some classic, well. They started slow with a bland "Daily Mutilation" to go picking a running-based "Where is My Mind?". When Frank Black left and took the electrical noise started the show. Put the fifth gear and began to spit lashes, gave more cane than he expected and were at a high level, except the guitarist, who I thought was a bit lost. "Gouge Away," "Here Comes Your Man," "Tame," "Debaser" (which she longed to hear it). People are ecstatic and happy. Death to the Pixies!!! 
