Stage: Scène Verte
Time: 5:45pm

Woodkid’s performance may have been the most epic of the entire weekend. Rain threatened to pour during his set, but held off while “Iron" and other moody cuts started and concluded. But as if he summoned it while his horn section blared and drummers banged, it finally came down. Instead of running from it though, the crowd loved it—dancing even harder while getting soaked. “’Shea, we have to go,” he said after finding out his time was up. “That fuckin’ sucks.” Woodkid was right. That show could have gone on for another hour.