Occasionally, one must take the opportunity to utilize the #40 position on the list as an opportunity to showcase the worst band on the entire poster, instead of the 40th best must-see band. This is one of those opportunities.
#40. The 1975
Do you enjoy being packt like sardines in a crushed tin box? Do you enjoy being surrounded by shirtless bros with teenage girls perched on their shoulders? Do you enjoy teenage girls that shout every word to every song as they gesture the “I love you” sign to the band? and finally, Do you enjoy shirtless bros that yell woo-hoo in your ear? If any of this sounds fun, then I have the band just for you.
The band I’m talking about is The 1975, a Manchester, England quartet. Traditionally, shitty bands like this call America home, but certainly not Manchester of all places. They’ve been making really bad music together since 2002, but thankfully have only released two albums. The lead singer is fellow shirtless bro Matthew Healy, I think he’s the one the girls lose their collective minds over.
How do I know anything about this? Well, I lived through it, to tell about it. During Coachella 2014, I got caught in the middle of that shit storm described above, because I thought arriving for Neutral Milk Hotel a few bands early to get a good spot was a bright idea. Man was I wrong, as it turns out, The 1975 was just an appetizer for those that arrived eight hours in advance of Lana Del Rey’s set. Folks, concert-going shouldn’t be this brutal, but I guess it sure beats the Bataclan, or does it?
If this crap is your thing, try enjoying this: