Marcel Winatschek

The Excavators Will Watch Over Everything

Ferropolis is built on a peninsula in eastern Germany from the bones of a dead coal industry—massive strip-mining machines left in place, rusted and monumental, looming over whatever happens beneath them. Every July, what happens beneath them is the Melt Festival: three days of music and bodies and bass and people who drove from everywhere to be there. The excavators don’t move. They’ve seen it all before.

The 2019 lineup is complete. Bon Iver headlines, which guarantees at least one collective exhale from forty thousand people in the dark. A$AP Rocky and the Austrian band Bilderbuch are also at the top, which tells you something about Melt’s refusal to pick a lane. Below them, the depth is real: Jorja Smith, Kaytranada, the late Virgil Abloh, Skepta, Solomun, Four Tet, Modeselektor, Arca, Bonobo, FKJ, Charlotte de Witte, Ellen Allien, Helena Hauff, Sudan Archives, Slowthai, Boy Pablo—and that’s before you get to the seventy-odd names beneath them. Over 120 artists in total, running July 19–21.

The Melt Forest stage returns, this time with Pornceptual and drag queen Pansy taking over its programming. Which is either the best reason to venture into the trees or something you’ll be carefully navigating around, depending on your evening. Both seem valid. The excavators, as always, will watch over all of it—indifferent and enormous, exactly as they should be.