yourself dreaming of other, better worlds over the past few years, Roadburn is a four-day window into what could be. Aside from the deep sense of community that’s returned after three years, there’s something genuinely magical about watching so many of our most exploratory and immersive artists play host to thousands of rapt devotees, where each performance feels like a calling. That’s particularly apparent with who fill out the vast Terminal hall. Robin Wattie’s fragile yet wilful vocals claw their way through the tectonic, push/pull birth throes of the riffs, and her humbled, awed speech about the crowd and occasion resonate perfectly with the spirit
