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“I mean, Big Ben! I’ve seen him!” Alana exclaims. “We’re just stoked to show people the new music, and see the world again together,” says lead singer and guitarist Danielle. “It’s like a new beginning,” adds Este, the band’s bassist and eldest member. “I feel like we're kind of just starting over again – I get to tour the world, and go to all these places–” “This is like a whole new chapter,” says Alana, the youngest sister and multi-instrumentalist.
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Each of the sisters take a turn finishing the other's sentences, or adding more colour to the story of the years-long journey to today. Este scatters sarcastic, playful lines around with a Cali drawl, while Danielle is slower and considered, taking her time to muse over the questions put forward. Alana leads the conversation, speaking with hands and frequently readjusting her position on the big sofa to face whoever is talking. As we sit down, surrounded by trays of pastries, they engage with each other in the way you would totally expect – like, well, sisters.
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Crossing three different time zones to meet me first thing in the morning doesn’t seem to be fazing them, nor the high twenties Cali-like heat, as they’re dressed in Gucci-meets-Fleetwood Mac-venturing-through-the-Valley leathers, boots and blazers, plus crescent moon necklaces gifted from Stevie Nicks. “We’re really huggy!” Alana sing-songs, enveloping me into the HAIM trio. Their passion is as palpable onstage as when I walked into their London hotel room a week before. “We missed you,” shouts Este, and everyone believes her. It’s a rousing, cathartic performance of new and classic tunes, the band occasionally stopping to take crowd selfies, exchange words with a hysterical front row fan, the show peaking with a mesmerising drum ensemble. The air crackles with a dry heat, bubbles of Estrella and tangy anticipation for the unbilled act.ĭanielle, Este, and Alana pound into the amphitheatre view, the screens now emblazoned with the word ‘HAIM’. It’s just gone 3am, and the crowd is heaving and restless, waiting for the worst kept secret of the festival to make their long-awaited return. “WE HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU,” flashes coyly on the big screens flanking the stage at Barcelona’s Primavera festival.