A final day of unforgettable sets and dance-fueled mayhem!
Day Three of Coachella 2025 roared into the desert with no intention of slowing down. The heat reached peak 90s levels, the kind of dry, electric warmth that made the air shimmer, but festivalgoers were ready, their energy dialed to eleven for the final day of this legendary musical marathon. By now, everyone had found their groove: water bottle in one hand, phone in the other, glittery sunscreen applied, and outfits just outrageous enough to be Coachella-perfect.
There was a buzzing sense of urgency and celebration, the awareness that this was it! The last chance to dance under the palm trees, soak in the surreal light shows, and scream lyrics with thousands of strangers-turned-friends. Every stage was on fire with back-to-back heavy hitters. The Sahara Tent thumped nonstop. The Mojave and Outdoor stages hosted both emotional singalongs and reckless dance pits.
Post Malone was the talk of the day, but so was the sheer variety — from the punk frenzy of Amyl & The Sniffers to the slick electro throwbacks of Basement Jaxx, and the neon-drenched chaos of Zedd. Day Three proved once again why Coachella is the place where genres melt, and memories are made.
THE BEACHES
Kicking off Day Three with fierce riffs and fearless vibes, The Beaches turned the early afternoon crowd into a dance-fueled, rock ‘n roll revival. These Canadian queens brought raw charisma to the Gobi stage, making the heat feel like part of the show. Their tight harmonies, catchy choruses, and dynamic stage presence had everyone shouting along to “Cigarette,” “Me & Me,” and “Shower Beer” with sun-drenched fans throwing their hands up like it was midnight.
Jordan Miller’s basslines roared while Kylie Miller shredded her guitar with punk-glam flair. Meanwhile, Leandra Earl and Eliza Enman-McDaniel held down the rhythm section with electrifying keys and pounding drums, creating a fierce, unified sound that had the crowd moving from the first note. There was no “warming up the crowd” here—they set the tone for the day with power stances, sweaty solos, and femme energy that owned every inch of the desert air. The band bantered with the crowd like they were playing a sold-out club back home, bringing intimate energy to a massive space. By the time they closed with “Blame Brett,” they left everyone winded—in the best way possible.
The Beaches proved that rock isn’t just alive, it’s leading the charge into a bold, brilliant future. Day Three started with a bang, and it was all thanks to these blazing trailblazers.
SHABOOZEY
Followed by a great doze of rock, we switched styles and went straight to the Coachella Stage to enjoy a good blend of genres. Shaboozey brought the boots, the vibes, and a trailblazing swagger to Coachella’s dusty terrain. Blending hip-hop with outlaw country, he created a completely fresh sonic space that had the crowd two-stepping and turning up simultaneously. Coming off viral success and a breakout year, Shaboozey confidently made the desert his personal rodeo arena.
With a Stetson perched high and a confident grin, he cruised through tracks like “Last Of My Kind,”“Anabelle,” and “Highway” backed by a band that fused trap beats with banjo twang. The crowd roared during his genre-defying anthem “A Bar Song (Tipsy),” and fans who didn’t know him beforehand quickly became ride-or-dies by the end of his set. It was like watching history—hip-hop’s next great cowboy-era artist finding his home on one of music’s biggest stages.
The heat only added to the grit in his voice and fire in his storytelling. Shaboozey didn’t just play Coachella—he branded it. An undeniable highlight and a signal that genre lines don’t just blur anymore—they gallop.
KESHI
Keshi turned the heat down and the emotion up with his hypnotic performance at the Outdoor Theatre. The Houston-born singer-songwriter wove a dreamlike set filled with atmospheric textures, chill beats, and heartfelt vocals that made the afternoon air feel suddenly cool and introspective. With the sun dipping just enough to cast gold across the crowd, it was the perfect setting for his blend of lo-fi R&B and soft electronica.
Opening with “Amen” and sliding into “Say,” Keshi’s ethereal falsetto melted into the crowd like honey on hot toast. Fans swayed and sang every word, some with their eyes closed, letting the music carry them somewhere else entirely. His minimal staging emphasized the intimacy of the moment, with visuals that danced like watercolor behind him.
When he performed “Limbo,” the whole vibe shifted from passive listening to an all-in emotional ride. His vulnerability connected in a deeply universal way—people weren’t just hearing Keshi, they were feeling him. And that’s exactly what Coachella’s about: experiencing something personal in a crowd of thousands.
Keshi may have been one of the more understated artists on the lineup, but his set left one of the most lasting impressions. Pure sonic bliss.
BEABADOOBEE
Beabadoobee delivered a set that shimmered with early 2000s nostalgia, Gen Z cool, and indie-rock sweetness. Despite the technical issues she had during the first 2 songs, she never stopped singing and smiling at the crowd, probing how good of a performer she is!
Her voice floated like a breeze over crunchy guitar layers, tapping into emotions both old and brand new. Songs like “California” and “Talk” felt like summer mixtapes come to life, while “Charlie Brown” had the crowd bouncing with reckless abandon. There was a dreamy grit to her sound that matched the festival’s golden-hour glow. She swayed with her guitar like it was an extension of herself, occasionally flashing a sly smile that made it all feel even more authentic.
Between songs, she thanked the crowd with a soft-spoken British charm, letting her music do most of the talking. The set closed with “Cologne,” an absolutely euphoric, coming-of-age anthem that made you want to jump around with your best friend and scream every lyric like it was written just for you.
Beabadoobee’s performance was the perfect snapshot of what Coachella does best—bridging eras, emotions, and aesthetics into something unforgettable.
STILL WOOZY
Still Woozy brought the grooviest vibes of the weekend with a technicolor set that felt like a surreal pool party in the middle of the desert. With his playful charm and genre-defying funk-pop, Sven Gamsky had the crowd in a kaleidoscopic trance from the moment he hit the stage.
Opening with “Again,” the set felt like a sunshine-fueled lucid dream. His live band added depth to the already deliciously warped arrangements, and fans danced like the heat didn’t exist. “All Your Life” and “Cooks” became instant sing-alongs, while the trippy visuals pulsed with animated characters, floral explosions, and liquid colors.
Still Woozy’s voice was effortlessly cool, gliding across synth lines and bass grooves like a skater on velvet pavement.
Closing with “Goodie Bag,” the set turned euphoric. People hugged strangers, and the vibe was immaculate. Still Woozy didn’t just play music—he curated a blissful, offbeat world. It was a technicolor trip no one wanted to leave.
JUNIOR H
Junior H took the Coachella Stage and transformed it into a norteño-powered celebration of heartbreak, grit, and pride. His emo-corridos hit harder than the afternoon sun, and the crowd, massively packed with Latinx fans and beyond, sang every lyric with soul-piercing passion.
Opening with “Mientras Duermes,” his signature sad-boy croon floated through the air as cowboy hats bobbed and boots stomped. The atmosphere was powerful, with couples swaying and fans waving regional flags in pride. Backed by a tight banda ensemble and hypnotic acoustic guitar lines, Junior H moved through a setlist that cut deep—especially during “Rockstar,” and “La Cherry.”
The visuals blended old-school Western aesthetics with modern animation, creating a cinematic experience that matched his lyrical style.
Junior H’s vulnerability and authenticity made the massive crowd feel intimate, like he was singing just for each person. In a weekend of diverse sounds, his performance stood tall as one of the most heartfelt. The new wave of regional Mexican music officially had its Coachella coronation.
JENNIE
Jennie from BLACKPINK owned the night with a magnetic solo set that was part high-fashion fantasy, part pop-rap takeover, and entirely unforgettable. Fans came in droves, chanting her name long before she took the stage, and when she finally appeared, it was a cinematic entrance of smoke, lights, and screams.
She opened with “Filter,” and the crowd nearly combusted. Flanked by an elite squad of dancers, Jennie slayed every move with grace and intensity. The set was a fierce blend of charisma and class, with dramatic dances and striking visuals. She performed tracks such as “Start A War,” and “Seoul City,” which hinted at a bold new era.
Jennie’s command of the stage was next-level. Whether rapping with precision or hitting sweet vocal runs, she proved she’s not just a K-pop icon—she’s a global superstar in her own right. Her solo energy radiated confidence, and her moments of vulnerability between songs made the crowd feel like part of her journey. By the time she finished her set with “Starlight,” the crowd was screaming their lungs out!
Coachella saw a pop queen rise, and Jennie left the desert glowing in her spotlight.
BASEMENT JAXX
Talk about a party. Basement Jaxx turned the Mojave Tent into an all-out rave explosion — complete with lasers, jumps, and beats that shook the ground. The British electronic duo brought that classic 2000s flair with a futuristic twist, and it felt like being thrown headfirst into a neon-soaked fever dream.
From “Romeo” to “Where’s Your Head At,” every song landed like a celebration. The tent pulsed with color, sound, and wild abandon. Their live vocalists delivered powerhouse performances, turning tracks into fully realized theatrical numbers. People jumping and dancing everywhere, it was Coachella chaos at its finest.
Fans from every generation danced like nobody was watching. The crowd was diverse, teens discovering Jaxx for the first time, and OG ravers reliving their glory days, all united under the beat.
What made their set magical was how fun it was. No pretension, no trend-chasing — just pure, joyous dance music and showmanship. Basement Jaxx reminded us why we fell in love with festivals in the first place: to lose ourselves in the moment, in the music, and in a collective state of sweaty euphoria.
KRAFTWERK
Kraftwerk’s performance was a mesmerizing masterclass in electronic history. The German pioneers turned the Mojave Tent into a futuristic time capsule, one where the past, present, and future of music collided in perfect synchronization. Dressed in their iconic grid suits and standing at glowing control pods, they delivered a set that was both visually minimalist and sonically monumental.
Songs like “Autobahn,” “The Robots,” and “Computer World” unfolded like carefully coded spells — clinical, hypnotic, yet deeply moving in their precision. The 3D visuals transported everyone into digitized cityscapes and retro-futuristic dreamlands. It was cerebral, immersive, and absolutely spellbinding.
While some in the crowd came expecting a chill interlude, they quickly found themselves swaying, head-nodding, and falling under Kraftwerk’s strange, beautiful spell. There was a reverence in the air — a recognition that without this group, none of the flashy dance sets that came before (or after) would even exist.
Their Coachella moment was a reminder that cool isn’t always loud — sometimes, it’s mathematical, methodical, and mind-expanding. Kraftwerk didn’t just play a set; they gave a living lecture in what music can be. And the desert listened in awe.
AMYL & THE SNIFFERS
Amyl & The Sniffers brought nuclear punk rage to the desert—and it was glorious. The Aussie band tore into their set with zero restraint and 100% attitude, igniting the crowd with raw power and sweat-drenched fury.
Frontwoman Amy Taylor was a cyclone of chaos and charisma, climbing the monitors, snarling lyrics, and yelling her lungs out! The band blazed through “Capital,” “Security,” and “Do It Do It” like they were playing a DIY club in Melbourne, but louder, meaner, and faster. During “Big Dreams,” Amy cut off her dress and cut her right arm with the scissors she was using, and started to bleed. Pure punk vibes!
Their sound, blistering guitars, thrashing drums, and relentless tempo, cut through the air like a switchblade. The mosh pits broke out instantly, and even casual listeners were sucked into the punk vortex. Amy’s stage presence was unmatched, sweat-soaked, and possessed by pure Aussie rock ‘n’ roll mayhem.
They left nothing behind but scorched ground and the grins of punked-out fans. Amyl & The Sniffers didn’t just play Coachella, they tore it apart, chewed it up, and spit it back out with a middle finger in the air. And it was beautiful.
TY DOLLA $IGN
Ty Dolla $ign brought raw energy and bold visuals to Coachella 2025 with a performance that literally broke out of the box. His set was designed like a high-security correctional facility—barbed wire, metal fences, and jail jumpsuit aesthetics included. The gritty backdrop served as a powerful metaphor, especially when paired with his deeply personal songs like “Field Trip,” and “Back To Me” with Freddie Gibbs on stage.
From “Paranoid” to the stadium-sized vibes of “Blasé,” Ty delivered every track with purpose and polish. The live band elevated the experience, layering soul and funk into his signature hip-hop/R&B fusion.
The whole performance was a cinematic ride—unapologetic, emotional, and unforgettable. Ty Dolla $ign didn’t just perform; he transformed the desert stage into a raw, emotional experience that reminded us of music’s power to speak truth.
POST MALONE
Post Malone closed out Coachella 2025 with a headlining performance that was heartfelt, unfiltered, and absolutely unforgettable. Looking every bit the outlaw-rockstar in denim jeans and wrangler style shirt, and his signature red Solo cup in hand and a cigarette on the other, he stepped onstage like he was hosting the world’s biggest campfire jam—and 100,000 fans were all invited.
Opening with “Texas Tea,” and “Wow,” he had the crowd in his palm from the first beat. With third song on the list, “Better Now,” the whole audience was singing in unison, until he asked the band to stop playing after someone in the crowd needed medical assistance. He said everyone was there to have fun, and safety was first. His raspy, emotional vocals soared over live guitars, fireworks, and the best stage vibe. He bounced between genres effortlessly—hip-hop, pop, folk-rock—all while sipping his drink and making us feel like we were just hanging with an old friend.
He got real during “I Fall Apart,” with a visible tear and a hushed crowd singing along in solidarity. Then, with “Sunflower,” he turned the whole field into a galaxy of phone lights, especially with Ed Sheeran joining him on stage.
Post Malone didn’t just headline, he brought closure. A performance that felt like both a party and a prayer, and the perfect way to end the desert dream.
POLO & PAN
After enjoying Post Malone’s performance, we were ready to leave — but then we heard some great beats coming from the Outdoor Stage, so we changed our plans and headed that way. It was the French duo Polo & Pan, just starting their fantastic show!
Polo & Pan transformed the Outdoor Stage into a swirling, technicolor daydream with their enchanting, sunset-soaked set at Coachella. Paul Armand-Delille (Polo) and Alexandre Grynszpan (Pan) crafted a soundscape that felt like sailing through disco waves under pastel skies. With tracks like “Magic,” “Paréidolies,” and “Nenuphar,” with Victoria Lafaurie on vocals, their lush blend of tropical house, global rhythms, and vintage French electro had the crowd dancing with a kind of breezy joy that felt like summer magic.
The visuals were pure eye candy—kaleidoscopic animations, blooming flowers, and colorful motifs pulsed to the rhythm of each beat. Their seamless transitions and live percussion elements brought organic energy to their electronic set, creating a vibe that was both hypnotic and heartwarming. As the desert air cooled, Polo & Pan’s music wrapped around the audience like a warm breeze. It wasn’t just a concert—it was a voyage.
And just like that, Coachella 2025 came to its bittersweet end—not with a quiet fade, but with a soul-shaking crescendo that left hearts full, feet blistered, and spirits flying. Day Three was everything a festival finale should be: explosive, eclectic, emotional, and endlessly electric.
From The Beaches’ fiery kickoff to Post Malone’s sentimental sendoff, the lineup offered a genre-spanning kaleidoscope of sound that reminded us why this festival still reigns supreme. Shaboozey redefined country cool, Keshi brought the calm, Jennie lit up the desert like a pop goddess, and Amyl & The Sniffers gave us a raw punk catharsis. Kraftwerk brought the mind-bending legacy, while Ty Dolla $ign proved once again that he’s a cultural hurricane with no signs of slowing down.
As people packed up their glittery bags, dusted off their boots, and hugged new friends goodbye, there was a universal feeling in the air: we just witnessed something historic. Something that will echo in TikToks, photo dumps, and nostalgic playlists for years to come.
As we walked away from the glowing ferris wheel, our feet blistered and souls full, one thing was clear: Coachella isn’t just a festival. It’s a fever dream we all keep chasing — and 2025 was the kind we’ll never want to wake up from.
Until next year, Coachella 2026!
