Of the many performing acts at Primavera Sound, Remi Wolf felt particularly in her element in Barcelona—a city known for its vivid colours, Art Nouveau facades and sensuous, warming energy. Much like the Catalonian capital’s most famous architect, Gaudi, the Palo Alto native is an artist who amplifies the joy in the wacky, wonderful and weird. While the velvety quality of her voice is already unmistakeable, Wolf and her music also live in a psychedelic world of her own creation: a mythical, rainbow space filled with curious textures, surreal props and delightfully maximalist interiors. Wolf’s universe is basically Pee Wee’s playhouse, but Gen Z edition.
Paired with funky rhythms and infectious melodies Wolf’s playful lyrics also mirror her visual identity. And as an artist who often sings about carnal desires, she also makes sonic space for a universal interest that rarely makes its way into pop music: food. From her adulterous affair with Fritos in ‘Sexy Villain’ to her love-fuelled preparation of eggplant parmesan in ‘Hello, Hello, Hello,’ one of the wonders of Wolf’s musical imprint is her clever articulation of the joys of taste.
In keeping with the theme of INDIE’s spring/ summer issue, I tracked Wolf down fresh after CUPRA’s Impulse Event, and just hours before her performance at Primavera for a rapid fire Q+A about what taste means to her. Traversing the seemingly endless festival grounds—meandering between the CUPRA and CUPRA x Boiler Room stages and the CUPRA VIP area—I found Wolf in her trailer, dressed in plaid and topped off with a gecko cap.