What is it about deserts that’s so fascinating? Perhaps it’s the stars, or maybe the dunes that shift shape with every breath of wind, refusing to ever look the same twice. Or maybe it’s the sense of calm that hits you when you’re out there, when time starts feeling like it moves much slower. No one can quite name it, but everyone who’s been knows: deserts do something to you. And in AlUla, that sensation becomes tangible. It bounces off rocks, ripples through the air, and peaks at Azimuth Festival.
Spearheaded by MDLBEAST, the 48-hour-long gathering was a full-blown collision of sound, light, and energy, inviting some of the most respected acts across the region and other parts of the globe to perform before an audience that’s no longer surprised —but still endlessly thrilled— to see world-class talents playing on home-turf. Standout performers this year included the likes of Palestinian singers Zeyne and Nemahsis, English indie pop band London Grammar, Lebanese sonic duo Bedouin Burger, and more.
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Now in its fifth edition, Azimuth has seemingly reached that point where it’s hard not to have a good time. The open-air venue— framed by desert cliffs and lit with decor lights— struck a balance between intimacy and scale. It was easy to find your people and even harder to lose your way, unless you somehow slipped into the VIP corners your GA pass wouldn’t take you— not that anyone seemed too bothered.
Curation-wise, everything felt deliberate. From the food stalls and brand activations to the pop-ups spotlighting local labels like H.O.K, ByYoussefBrand, Kreative Kollective, and Claw, it was clear that every corner had been thought through and through. Almost too much so. There were moments when the festival’s slickness bordered on over-orchestrated, leaving little room for the kind of chaos that usually defines a proper rave or party; the sweat, the dust, the small disasters that become good stories later. Still, for what it set out to do, Azimuth nailed it: world-class production, smooth logistics, and a crowd that knew exactly why they were there.
“I’ve never been to (a festival) this clean. In every sense, it’s fresh. The spaces, like that little Bedouin corner over there, the seating— it’s so refreshing to have that in the middle of an event like this. You can tell they’ve invested in quality materials. I went backstage and started looking at the fabrics— really nice, proper stuff. It feels good to see that kind of investment,” Lebanese DJ Tala Mortada told MILLE.
“I’ve only been here a little while so far, but it’s really magical. I keep feeling like I’m going to cry because of how overwhelming the beauty is: the nature, the silence, the way everything around you feels ancient. You feel like the rocks could talk,” she continued, her voice trailing off as she looked around, still in awe of it all. “I’d heard they party hard here,” she mused. “It’s quite an interesting scene. It’s not something that appeared out of nowhere, but it’s fascinating to see firsthand how people move and behave in this context. I’ve seen Saudi art emerge over the past few years— the bands, the singers— and it really feels like this is where it’s all been leading. Festivals like this give it justice.”
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Because that’s what these events are really about. Not just spotlighting culture in the glossy, exportable sense, but giving space— real, physical space— to a generation that’s learning to breathe on its own terms. You could feel it in the crowd: kids dressed the way they want, dancing the way they feel, flirting with freedom in all its forms. For some, it was their first time hearing these sounds live; for others, it was their first time being themselves in public.
No judgment. No second looks. Come as you are, or dare, because here, you can be who you are regardless of how others might see you elsewhere. In this space, the usual rules don’t seem to apply. The stares fade, the noise quiets, and for once, no one’s trying to fit into anything. And that alone— forget the production, the lights, the lineup for a second— is something worth applauding.
The only thing that felt jarring, amid all this, was the harsh reminder of what it means to hold a passport that doesn’t take you where you’d like it to. Thorben Diekmann, one half of music duo Shkoon, revealed the reason his partner couldn’t make it was because of visa issues. “It’s not the first time,” Diekmann said, almost resigned, as if the sentence had become part of his touring routine. Ameen, who holds a Syrian passport, was once again constrained to stay home, a reminder of how travel restrictions still plague artists from parts of the world where movement remains a privilege, not a right. Despite all this, he remained grateful— excited even— to be there, performing for both of them, carrying his partner’s spirit with him on stage.
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“I’m pretty shy, and I hate traveling alone. Being with Amin always gives me a sense of security. It’s like having an anchor with me. When I’m by myself, I have to handle everything on my own. On stage, when he’s there, he takes the spotlight, and I can hide a little behind him. This time, I had to do it all alone, which isn’t always easy— but that’s also why I’m surprised by how much fun I had. When I’m alone, I don’t usually enjoy it as much as I did this time,” Diekmann told MILLE, before reflecting on the reality of what it means to hold a Syrian passport today: the borders it closes, the chances it takes away.
But again, nothing’s perfect, and there will always be room to grow. For now, all we can really do is applaud what’s unfolding before us: something that, not long ago, felt almost unimaginable to the generations just before ours. What was once a distant dream— a music festival in the middle of the Saudi desert, with local and international acts sharing one stage— is now a lived reality.
And while that’s something worth celebrating (which, clearly, we are), there’s still more to hope for. That the same openness we witnessed on the dance floor, that sense of belonging, of access, of being seen, should extend beyond this space. That more people across the region get to taste this freedom, this joy, this possibility. Because the real success behind something like Azimuth isn’t just in how it looks or sounds: it’s in how far its spirit can reach.
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