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Solomun Launches Montreal’s Summer in Front of 10,000 at Piknic Électronik

Montreal did not ease into the weekend: it arrived loud, restless, and already sweating.

Between the opening of Cirque du Soleil, the Canadiens’ playoff fever, Formula 1 energy slowly taking over the city, and the first major Off Piknic Électronik of the season, there was something in the air. That particular kind of Montreal euphoria, when everything happens at once, when the city feels too small for all the excitement it is holding.

At Parc Jean-Drapeau, that energy found its rhythm.

The evening opened with Molyness, one of Montreal’s rising electronic talents. After spending time in Amsterdam last year, she returned home just in time for the summer season. And honestly, there was something beautiful about seeing a Montreal artist open this first big outdoor gathering. Her set felt warm, grounded, and confident: like a homecoming, but also like a quiet reminder that the city has its own sound, its own pulse, its own way of building a night.

Then the crowd started waiting for one name…

Solomun.

More than 10,000 people had gathered to see him. Some were there for the legend, some for the party, some for the first real taste of summer. Children, friends, couples, longtime ravers, parents, even grandparents: all standing under the same sky, moving toward the same bassline.

And when Solomun stepped in, the atmosphere changed. With that intense, almost untouchable expression, he carried the stage with quiet authority. One look, one transition, one drop and the crowd was his.

The bass moved through the field like a wave. Heavy enough to shake bodies, precise enough to keep everyone locked in. People were dancing with their eyes closed, arms in the air, faces lit by the last traces of daylight and the first lights of the night. It was physical. It was collective. It was Montreal remembering how good it feels to be outside again.

And then, in the middle of the techno, hockey entered the dancefloor.

The Canadiens were playing at the same time, and every goal sent a roar through the crowd. One moment, people were screaming for a drop; the next, they were celebrating a goal. For a few hours, Piknic became this strange and perfect collision of Montreal obsessions: music, summer, hockey, and the need to gather.

That is what made the night feel so alive.

Solomun did not just make people dance. He made them smile, scream, turn to strangers, raise their hands, and lose track of time. The set had that slow-burning power he is known for, tension building, bodies following, then release. Again and again.

Piknic Électronik once again proved that it is more than a party. It is one of those rare places where the city meets itself. Where generations mix. Where the crowd becomes part of the landscape. Where you can feel, for a moment, that Montreal is exactly where it is supposed to be.

Summer took its time to arrive this year. But after this night, there is no doubt anymore. It is here.