Photos by Matthew Medina // Written by Molly Kish //
Portola Music Festival //
Pier 80 – San Francisco
September 30th-October 1st, 2023 //
After a weekend of pavement-pounding electronic music that saw the second edition of Portola come in hot and leave the city of SF buzzing, our feet are just finally recovering. Assembling a lineup of up-and-coming talent and several legendary electronic artists, Goldenvoice dialed in a well-rounded roster this year but also improved upon both production and staging issues from its 2022 debut.
Even in the weeks leading up to the festival, the production company provided ample opportunities to hear and interact directly with Portola’s founders via Reddit AMAs, delivering some of the best social media content and marketing strategies by any Bay Area festival to date. It felt like Goldenvoice had something to prove and in turn, wanted to reassure their fans they were being heard.

On site, there were a number of improvements to the footprint at Pier 80 that included better cellphone service and stage designs. The Warehouse, being the main point of contention a year ago, was set up inversely with several entry points and exits. This allowed for much better traffic flow and sound quality, creating an immensely more enjoyable experience. The Crane Stage, meanwhile, was moved outside and had a completely different aesthetic as its big sky backdrop opened up the sound quality and was able to accommodate a larger crowd. And how could we not mention the secret Bowie bar in between the Ship Tent and Warehouse as a highlight of the weekend? Plus, reference points for those trying to meet up with friends once inside were a lot more abundant.
The crowd in 2023 felt very communal, with as many there to catch specific performers as there were to experience certain artists for the first time. During almost every set you could overhear people talk about how they have “always wanted to see this act” or how they were “blown away” by the performances they were witnessing. The stoke was real and palpable throughout the entire weekend, as both days brought relentless beats and epic headliners who left everything they had on the dance floor. Solidifying itself as easily one of the most intense Sundays every year, Portola held nothing back once again. With hopes of continuing the festival in the Bay despite Goldenvoice’s contract expiring next year, we can’t wait to see what’s to come in 2024.

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PORTOLA MUSIC FESTIVAL 2023 AWARDS:
Headliner of the Weekend: Skrillex
Favorite Stage: Warehouse
Breakthrough Performance: Avalon Emerson
Best Dance Party: Todd Terje (DJ set)
Largest Crowd: Nelly Furtado
Best Legacy Act: Basement Jaxx (DJ set)
Hardest Set: Carl Cox
Best Performance: Labrinth
Most Cunty: COBRAH
Best Stage Production: Eric Prydz Presents HOLO
Favorite Festival Addition: Bowie bar
Best Activation: Brilliant Sticker Show & Rave Flyers exhibit
Favorite Merch: BYLT Coach Jacket
Best Afterparty: The Blaze with Barry Can’t Swim at Gray Area
Best Mascot: Portola rat




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