I’ve been scavanging the net for over a month looking for the Rex the Dog and Booka Shade remixes of The Knife’s song “Marble House.” I bought the CD version of the single a while back, but that lacked the amazing remixes that the 12″ version of the signle has.

Finally today I found the remixes (and a bunch of other cool ones) on The Prettiest Pony. Now I must say, I’ve been pretty disappointed with The Prettiest Pony lately, but this smattering of remixes has totally restored my faith in the blog.

Check out the remixes already!

Inspired by a post on I Love Music, I thought it would be fun to copy the idea and do my favorite music artists for every letter of the alphabet. I’m trying to do this as a free-association-type activity, so I’m just doing the first band I love or is in my mind as of June 5, 2006 that I can think of.

• A — Air
• B — Bjork
• C — Chemical Brothers
• D — Digitalism
• E — Everything But The Girl
• F — Franz Ferdinand (double points for 2 Fs!!)
• G — Goldfrapp
• H — Hot Chip
• I — Interpol
• J — Juan Maclean
• K — The Knife
• L — Ladytron
• M — M83
• N — Nine Inch Nails
• O — Oingo Boingo
• P — The Pixies
• Q — Q-Burns Abstract Message
• R — Royksopp
• S — Simian
• T — Tiga
• U — Underworld
• V — Vitalic
• W — White Rose Movement
• X — Xiu Xiu (a few songs are in my iTunes and I haven’t deleted them yet so…)
• Y — Yeah Yeah Yeahs
• Z — Zdar

I already posted this in a comment on my Coachella Day 1 post, but I felt it was so important that it deserved a proper post, as well.

Yesterday I finally found a web site where you can download an MP3 of the Daft Punk performance at Coachella. The quality is quite good so I highly recommend checking it out.

Now all we need is a DVD of the performance!

I definitely want to go again, assuming the lineup will be just as extraordinary as it was this year. Although I know some people didn’t really like the fact Madonna showed up, I really appreciate the clash of “high” and “low” culture. (Slavoj Zizek would probably call Coachella a “short circuit.”)

Now that it’s been a month since Coachella and I’ve had time to buy more CDs and checkout some more music, I gotta say that I’m sad I missed the following bands (not that I would’ve really exchanged the acts I did see for these, but it sucks knowing that I missed so much!):

• She Wants Revenge
• Colette
• Audio Bullys
• The Juan Maclean (I knew about him before Coachella, but it was him or Franz Ferdinand)
• Infadels
• Gnarls Barkley (I bought St. Elsewhere last week and love it!)
• Coldcut

So I guess what is cool about Coachella is that even if you don’t see a group perform, just know that they were there puts them on your radar and gets you interested in checking them out.

How Not To Open a Bottle of Beer

Being the geniuses that Katrina and I are, we figured that it would be a good idea to drink before going into the concert so that 1. we could save money on beer and 2. be a little “loosened up” so that the crowds would be easier to deal with.

Once everyone (including Katrina’s friend and her friend) was awake we stopped next door for two six packs of Corona. Then we stopped at Subway before braving the long line of cars to get into Coachella.

Luckily it didn’t take us as long on Sunday (… only about an hour) to get in and park the car. Unfortunately, the spot we had was basically in the middle of a field and there was no shade. We got out our beer and food and headed toward a wall of trees/shrubs at the edge of the parking lot. Most likely, we sat where people had pissed last night, but whatever. I’m sure the sun and heat had dried it up by the time we got there.

Unfortunately we didn’t have a bottle opener. The people at the gas station recommended using a car seatbelt (why they knew this could be a great source of speculation), but that didn’t work. While Katrina’s friend’s friend used a lighter to open one bottle, Katrina and I met some random people who let us use theirs to open our bottles.

After we finished the first round, however, the people with the bottle opener had left. Katrina’s friend’s friend tried to open another with a lighter, but ended up basically shredding off a good chunk of skin on the side of the cap. Despite the first wound, he kept trying, until his hands were quite bloody. At that point we realized that a better solution would be to open the bottle using the edge of a spotlight trailier thing (so it would be like opening a bottle on the side of a counter). That word, but the poor friend still had massively bloody hands.

Oh, and opening the bottle on the side of the spotlight thing caused some shaking of the bottle which resulting in a mini-geyser of beer. I guess that made it more fun?

On the first day I kept thinking, “I hate these people who just come to the festival to hangout and drink and aren’t really there for the bands.” I must admit, I felt that we were sort of being those types of people that afternoon, so I have revised my dislike for people who hangout at the festivals.

It was really fun sitting in the sun with friends and new acquaintances, talking about random shit. Katrina’s friend’s friend was quite perplexed about Daft Punk, and kept asking us whether they were real people or who programmed the robots or what. At one point he said something like, “What is under the helmet?” which then required us to explain that they weren’t helmets, but rather Daft Punks’ heads. I even made a quip that his “helmet” (i.e. head) was a bit crooked. I think that finally got him to realize what special things Daft Punk are.

A Quick Stop At the Monster Hospital

The first band we wanted to see (well, actually Troy wanted to see Gabriel and Dresden at 1:30 p.m., but by the time we finished drinking it was already 4 p.m.) was Metric on the Mojave a.k.a. evil (due to the whole Clap Hands experience, despite the fact the stage worked pretty-okay for Ladytron) tent. At this point we separated from Katrina’s friend and her friend.

Metric was packed (though not as bad as Clap Hands), but it was late afternoon and the sun was out in full force. (It’s usually between 95 and 100 degrees at Coachella — this year was no exception.) There were two songs I wanted to hear: “Dead Disco” or “Monster Hospital.” After two songs, I told Katrina and Troy that if the next song wasn’t one of those, we could take off and get drinks/shade.

To my surprise (and luck), “Monster Hospital” was up next and I felt quite elated to hear it. But after that I wanted to get the hell out of the sun (we were that far back in the “tent”).

At the next stop at the beer garden Troy ended up taking a nap and Katrina and I made plans to go to the Sasquatch festival in Washington at the end of the month. We also tried to figure out our plans for the rest of the day, but then after getting confused and forgetting the details, we figured it was best to take things one step at a time.

You Are The Bluest Ooh La La Stella

The plan was this: Katrina would go to the Mojave tent for stellastar*, Troy would go to the Sahara tent for Paul Oakenfold, and I would go to the Outdoor Theatre for the Bloc Party. And with that all three split up for the first time.

I ended up standing pretty far in the back of the Bloc Party show. I probably stayed for three or four songs, but I only remember “Blue Light,” “Helicopter,” and “She’s Hearing Voices.” Since “Helicopter” and “She’s Hearing Voices” are my two favorite Bloc Party songs, I figured that I got enough of them and that it might not be a bad idea to check out Paul Oakenfold.

Some British magazine created a list of the however-many bands you have to see before you die. Surprisingly, Paul Oakenfold was on that list. That is part of the reason I figured I should make an attempt to check him out.

It took a while to walk across the field, but I finally made it. Unlike Daft Punk, Paul Oakenfold was doing a DJ set, so most of the music wasn’t his own. I didn’t really recognize the song that was playing when I entered, but the second song was “Ooh La La” by Goldfrapp. I was a bit taken aback by how fucking amazing it was to have The World’s Greatest DJ playing one of your favorite songs as of late almost immediately after you enter the tent. Nonetheless, I totally got into it.

The so-called Paul Oakenfold remix of “Ooh La La” wasn’t really anything special. It used the pretty standard Oakenfold remix template: organs followed by buildup with more organs followed by a pause followed by something of a climax in the organs and start of the most intense part of the song. I loved it nonetheless and wonder if it’ll show up on the net anytime soon.

After “Ooh La La” finished and I didn’t recognize the next song, I figured that since I heard two great songs at Bloc Party followed by one of my favorite songs at Paul Oakenfold, that I should stop over at the stellastar* tent since they were Katrina’s #2 band that she wanted to see.

I think I got to the stellastar* set about two or three songs into it. Admittedly, I didn’t really know them that well, but I know that they did play “Sweet Troubled Soul,” which Katrina had introduced me to just one night before.

Since Katrina had been hanging out in the Mojave tent since pretty early in the day, she was pretty much front and center for the entire thing. Since I didn’t arrive as early, I was probably somewhere around 10 rows of people back. Nonetheless, when, toward the end of the show, one of the band members turned his digital camera on the crowd, I’m pretty sure that I made the picture (and I’m sure Katrina did).

They totally reminded me of Interpol or Franz Ferdinand — both by the way they dressed/performed and by the way they sounded. It was a very high-energy performance and has since convinced me to purchase their album Harmonies for the Haunted and download a few remixes of “Sweet Troubled Soul.”

I met up with a very excited Katrina after the show and we headed, of course, to the same meeting spot to prepare for Madonna. Troy managed to see most of the Oakenfold set (I think, at least?).

Why? Control.

Since the Yeah Yeah Yeahs were playing on the main stage (and you could see them from pretty much anywhere), we figured it’d be a perfect opportunity to get food and drink. I got the same vegan humus warp thing that I got the day before in addition to some sort of “super brownie” (I forget, now, exactly what they called it), but it was also vegan (it had carob and raisins!) and very yummy.

Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones who had the great idea of catching the Yeah Yeah Yeahs from the beer garden, so we didn’t catch as much of the show (from a distance) as I had hoped. I did, however, hear them perform “Y Control” (my favorite Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ song), so it wasn’t a total bust.

I Don’t Love Coachella

Despite Troy’s initial plans to head to Madonna early while Katrina and I drank, he stuck with us and we joined the huge mass of people moving toward the Sahara tent in order to see Madonna. She was scheduled to start around 8:10 p.m., but I don’t think we left until maybe 7:50 p.m. or even 8 p.m.

The best part about walking over there: On the way over to the tent, the massive Tesla Coil ignited and shot off made massive lightning bolts. It was quite cool and I’m hoping it introduced all the Coachella crowd to the genius of Nikola Tesla.

Even by the time we were pretty far from the stage, it was obvious that the Madonna performance was going to be insane and packed. Katrina decided she didn’t even want to deal with it and took off.

By the time we got into the heart of the crowd, it was well past 8:10 p.m. — when Madonna was supposed to start. After a few false starts (music would change, people got pumped), lots of chanting “Madonna,” and even some booing, Madonna took the stage at somewhere around 8:30 p.m. or 8:40 p.m. (yes, quite late).

She opened with “Hung Up” and the crowd litereally went wild. Everyone moved up probably 10 feet or so once people stood up and/or rushed closer to the stage and packed themselves even closer. We took advantage of the crowd movement to also move in closer, but we quickly realized that we made a pretty big mistake since we couldn’t see anything. We figured that if we headed toward the back we’d be able to at least see over people’s heads, so that’s what we did.

By the time “Hung Up” was over and Madonna had started “Get Together,” we were way in the back and able to see Madonna both in person and on the big screens. Troy tried to sit on a fence thing so that he could see better, but got in trouble (twice!!).

To be honest, I wasn’t all that impressed with the performance. She did three more songs (“I Love New York,” “Ray of Light,” and “Everybody”) and at one point yelled at the crowd for being selfish (since we were in the back, we didn’t really get what was happening or why she said that).

My favorite part was during “I Love New York” when Madonna strapped on an electric guitar (who knew she could play!) and put her hands down her pants a la an overly masculine man.

Once “Everybody” (the fifth song) was finished, everyone assumed that she was taking a short break… but no, the lights turned on and the crew began striking the set.

Mars Needs Mylo

Mylo was the next band/person I wanted to see, and he was following Madonna in the Sahara tent. So it didn’t really matter to us whether Madonna was really over or taking a break. Either way, we were staying in the Sahara tent, so we didn’t have to worry about accidentally leaving had the awkwardly-ended set been followed by an encore.

Considering how long it took for Madonna to set up, it didn’t take long at all for Mylo to get setup (but then again, when all you need are two turntables, things are a bit simpler). It was also pretty amazing how the tent which contained probably a majority of the people at Coachella quickly emptied out to maybe just under 100.

I was really excited for the Mylo set since his album Destroy Rock and Roll is (so far) one of my favorite albums from 2006. Hell, I did an entire DJ mix inspired by his song “Destroy Rock and Roll.”

Unfortunately, I didn’t really recognize any of the stuff he played. Not to say that it was a bad set or anything, but I felt like for someone who put together such a great album and has done some great remixes (Annie’s “Chewing Gum,” Kylie Minogue’s “I Belive In You,” etc.), the set lacked personality and familiarity.

The screen he had kept displaying the words “Mars needs women” which sort of made me hope he was going to throw in MARRS’s song “Pump Up The Volume” (where the lyric is featured prominately) or something. If he did play a song that used those lyrics, I didn’t recognize it, and part of a fun DJ set is mixing obscure with known material. Oh well.

The Massive Team

Troy and I left Mylo early to meet up with Katrina to see the Scissor Sisters. We met at the same meeting place as always, and then somehow I know I spent about 20 minutes watching Massive Attack (I’m not sure what Katrina and Troy did during this time).

I was so far back that I really didn’t get much of Massive Attack. From what I could tell, they had a lot of people and instruments and singers and some fancy lights going on. I think Massive Attack would’ve been much better if I were sitting down and just chilling out, so I headed back to meet up with Troy and Katrina.

We then walked over to the Outdoor Theatre where The Go! Team was finishing their set. Katrina had caught some of them during Mylo and wasn’t very impressed. The only song we all heard was “Ladyflash” (one of my favorite Go! Team songs).

Filthy and Gorgeous

Once the huge entourage that is The Go! Team left the stage, the people for Scissor Sisters started setting things up.

Katrina decided she didn’t want to hang around for Scissor Sisters and took off. That left Troy and I to, again, work our way to get as front and center as possible. Since the Scissor Sisters are pretty popular, this was rather difficult… and in the end we ended up behind a really really tall guy (who kept blocking everyone’s view), so in a way trying to get close was moot, anyway.

Closing out the festival with the Scissor Sisters was amazing. I’ve been hearing for years (and even have their DVD which, in fact, confirms) that they are one of the best ever live bands. Ana Matronic and Jake Shears love performing and really get into the banter and showing off and having a good time

Ana Matronic started the show by evoking some spirit of the moon (which at the time was obscured by clouds!) and the desert and coyotes — and made everyone join her when it came time to howl.

Although many of the songs they played were from their upcoming album, they did the “old favorites” like “Mary,” “Laura,” “Take Your Mama, “Tits on the Radio,” “Comfortably Numb,” and “Filthy/Gorgeous.” I was really hoping that they would do “Electrobix,” but you can’t make everyone happy.

Toward the middle/end of the show, Ana Matronic made everyone take a time-out and introduce themselves to their “new dancing partner.” I forget the name of the guy I met (so bad of me!!), but I am sort of glad she made me meet him since I know that during my dancing/flailing I did bump/hit him a few times.

Before their encore song (I want to say it was “Filthy/Gorgeous”), Ana Matronic did a great monologue about how she wished Coachella could keep going and that they could play way into the night. She explained that she should have Madonna fly in on a helicopter in her leotard and give Massive Attack time to do a huge DJ set and rock out with the Bloc Party and stuff. It was really funny and sort of recapped the entire day of Coachella.

The Sisters ended right at midnight (at that point Katrina was at the Art Brut show, and they claimed that if you play past midnight Coachella is fined due to some sort of ordinance, so all the bands have to stop pretty much right at midnight). We met up with Katrina, avoided Tool, and left.

And that was my Coachella 2006 experience. Summed up: It was great, and I’m hoping to go again. (Now that I’ve learned some lessons and know what to expect.)

The “Coachella ’06” (day 2) pictures are “© Troy Ngo”

I guess you could say that my Coachella story starts with the Ladytron concert in Seattle on Wednesday night or the awesome time I had in San Franscisco visting Brook, but this is called “The Coachella Post,” not “Jason’s Vacation,” so I’ll try to stay on-topic.

My friend Troy and I flew in to Los Angeles on Friday night and hungout with my friend Katrina until around 2 a.m. or 3 a.m. In the morning we had breakfast on Hermosa beach, then set out in Katrina’s resilient silver Jetta for Indio, California.

Not much can be said for the trip down there except that it was pretty stereotypical Californian. There was lots of traffic (on a Saturday afternoon!). We listened to bands like The Faint, Smashing Pumpkins, stellastar*, and The Flaming Lips.

The check-in at the Hampton Inn (part of the Hilton empire) in Palm Desert, California was at 3 p.m. We got there a bit early, but they let us get our room early, so we dropped off our excess baggage and started toward Indio.

When we got off at the first of three exits for Coachella, there were no signs telling us where to go. We figured that the white pickup truck in front of us (with some rather hippie-looking guys in it) was also heading to the festival, so we followed them for a while. As luck would have it, however, the truck was probably not going to Coachella (perhaps it was taking a detour or something?), and after following it for about 10 minutes with no sign of Coachella, Katrina called her friend (who was also on her way to Coachella) who had a friend who informed us that we went the wrong direction on the exit.

We turned back and finally got headed in the right direction, which was pretty obvious by the amount of traffic. At this time it was probably around 3 p.m. or so. The first band we really wanted to see was Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and they started at 5:05 p.m. We figured that we’d have plenty of time to get to the festival and find a good spot to see the band.

Yup – we were wrong.

We ended up sitting in traffic for about two hours before we got to park the car and get inside the actual festival. By the time we got to the Mojave tent (where Clap Hands was playing), the place was totally packed and there was no way we could even get inside to see the band (let alone hear them). To be fair, Clap Hands was pretty hyped up (“This year’s Arcade Fire?”), but it still really sucked and they were Katrina’s #1 band that she wanted to see and needless to say, it wasn’t necessiarly a great start to the whole Coachella experience.

They Only Love You When You’re Drunk?

So how did we solve that? A stop that the beer garden! It seems the exclusive beer at Coachella was Heineken, so we got very familiar with that beer. After two or three beers (and hearing/seeing some of Kanye West on the monitors on the main Coachella Stage), we were feeling better about Coachella and even decided that we could brave the Mohave again so that we could catch Ladytron (who I had seen only two nights ago!). It is rather weird seeing the same band twice during the same tour. I already knew the opening song (“High Rise”), which two songs made everyone the most excited (“Playgirl” and “Destroy Everything You Touch”), which song reminded me of my friend Stephen (“Cracked LCD”), when they were going to make people clap/wave their hands/arms (“Last One Standing”), and what song would close out the night (“Seventeen”). Despite the déjà vu/repetition, Ladytron does a great show and they have become one of my favorite bands, so I didn’t mind seeing them again. Plus, I think Troy and Katrina loved the show, too.

After Ladytron (when the sun had gone down a bit), we decided that it was time to eat. Katrina and Troy got bratwurst, and I got a great thing called Veggie Delight (couscous, red onion, etc. in a tortilla dipped in hummus) from a place that only served raw, vegan, organic food (and the line was much shorter, believe it or not!).

This Fffire Is Out Of Control

At that point, Katrina wanted to try to see Eagles of Death Metal, while Troy and I wanted to see Franz Ferdinand. We decided to meet up at this place that was essentially a hippie tent (and which we have a good inside joke name for [which I shouldn’t share]) so that we could get more beer during Depeche Mode since they were at the main Coachella Stage and we could see that from the beer garden.

Part of me wishes that I would’ve been able to get up closer for Franz Ferdinand, but even from quite a distance, they were awesome. We got there around the middle of the set, so we only heard a handful of songs. I recall “Take Me Out,” “Outsiders,” “Michael,” “Jacqueline,” and “This Fire.”

Of those songs, “Michael” and “This Fire” were already two of my favorites, which probably made the whole experience much better. I am also quite proud of myself (and Troy should back me up on this!!) for predicting that they were going to close with “This Fire.” Troy had predicted their cover of “Sexy Boy” (though I’m not sure if he was very serious).

Just Give Me a Pain That I’m Used To

So we met up with Katrina (unfortunately Damien Marley was running late so she didn’t get to see Eagles of Death Metal) and had some more Heineken. In retrospect, I maybe should have tried to rush over to the Gobi tent to see The Juan Maclean (I still feel guilty for missing his show in Seattle in March), but getting buzzed while listening to Depeche Mode wasn’t too bad.

They opened with “A Pain That I’m Used To,” and since that’s one of my favorites from their most recent album, I was excited. But then they went on to play mostly older stuff (I remember hearing “Route 66” and “Policy of Truth”). I would’ve loved to hear more from Exciter or Playing the Angel, but what can you do? We needed to be at Daft Punk before they started at 11 p.m., so maybe once we left Depeche Mode played some more recent stuff.

Robots After All!!!!

My favorite show at Coachella, without a doubt, was Daft Punk. Since they so rarely tour (and since they are freakin’ robots!), we knew that the show was going to be great, and probably a close-to-once-in-a-lifetime experience.

I forget what time we got there, but I think we did pretty good getting up close. They played in the Sahara (a.k.a. “dance tent”), which was the largest of the 3 tented areas. I think we were somewhere in the front half or third.

They opened with a vocal exchange “human/robot” which lead into the song “Robot Rock.” When the curtain drew, Daft Punk (as robots!!) were standing in top part of a triangle thing with turntables in front of them. It may be one of those things you have to see to appreciate, but for whatever reason seeing the two robots was hilarious. From that point, I knew we had gotten ourselves into one hell of a show.

The set consisted of stuff from all three of their albums, but what made it really unique was that they mixed songs together – basically mashing-up their own work. I wish I could remember some examples, but I’m sure a thorough set list will be posted online shortly.

The highlights for me were “One More Time” (the first dance/club song that I absolutely loved), “Around the World” (“classic” Daft Punk, and their first major hit), “Da Funk” (another “classic”), “Harder Better Faster Stronger,” and “Technologic.”

I really don’t think it was due to the drinking or heat, but Daft Punk was one of those concerts where I really lost myself in the music. I know it’s cliché, but that’s how I felt. I was dancing, having a great time, feeling the energy of the people. It was amazing.

If Daft Punk or the Coachella people or some ingenius bootlegger doesn’t produce a CD/DVD combo of that show, the world will lose a truly great moment in history. (Perhaps that’s a bit dramatic, but that’s how strongly I felt about the show.)

The only disappoting part of Daft Punk was at the end after the last song (a medley of sorts) and Daft Punk (still as robots!!) left the stage, the little triangle thing they were standing on lit up a few times. This prompted some of us to believe that there was going to be an encore. We were standing next to the lighting/sound setup in the middle of the tent, so we could kind of see that everything was over, but we still thought that maybe there was a sliver of a chance that the robots would do something spontaneous and give us more music. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Hell Is Other People/White Trucks

Leaving the Coachella field that night was a nightmare. Toward the only exit we knew about (we later learned that there was more than one way to leave), there was some major bottlenecking action, thus making it extremely difficult to leave.

I’m glad to report that the crowd didn’t lose control or riot, but it may have been getting pretty close. There were some people who got so desperate to leave that they climbed through a “wall of trees” (meant as a fence or whatever). The crowd loved this and cheered quite loudly for the first few people, but then it got rather pathetic.

Once we made it to the parking lot, we realized that we managed to park rather close to the exit, which was very cool. We got into the line of cars getting ready to leave, then this evil white truck basically started another line parallel to ours. At first it was just this truck, but then, of course, other cars started following it, which ultimately meant it took us longer to get out just because this jackass thought it was special enough to have its own line.

Oh, and obnoxiously loud music was coming from the truck, so Katrina and I countered it with our Coast to Coast AM cd. I think ultimately we won because it embarrassed all of the closeted Coast fans around us.

Once we got back to the hotel we took our much-needed showers, then waited for Katrina’s friend and her friend to spend the night in our room. They arrived, showered, we talked for a bit (and maybe freaked them out since we told them that I was there to see Tool [which I wasn’t – I hate Tool and I would imagine most of their fans would scare me]) then went to sleep.

Pitchfork has the exclusive scoop that The Knife have signed to Mute records. Mute is a pretty cool label, and as Pitchfork says, they will fit in quite well.

Although this is great and means the stateside release of their latest album Silent Shout (which I’ve been planning on doing a review of soon — I bought the import version the week it came out), I’m a little disappointed (but at the same time not feeling resentful) that neither the album nor the single will have any “value-added” material for us “rabid” (The Knife’s current/Sweedish label is Rabid Records) fans. If nothing else, I’d love to see some different remixes for the CD single of the song “Silent Shout.” I guess the fact it includes the Shinedoe remix is cool (since it’s vinyl/web download from the Rabid Records MP3 shop), but I want more more more!

At the same time, I say that I’m not feeling resentful because sometimes I end up purchasing an import album and then when it is finally released in the U.S. it includes some additional tracks which then puts me in the dilemma of: should I buy another copy of the album or live without the tracks, or what. (Though usually the bonus tracks are from already-available singles as remixes or b-sides so it’s okay.)

All this said, yay for The Knife and here’s hoping for some more exposure for a unique and really talented band. Do check them out now or when the album comes out in the U.S. later this summer.