While most conversations about festivals or concerts revolve around Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, and Burning Man, I’m here to report on an under-the-radar but radically cooler happening. No screaming teens, mud baths, or fear of trampling—mostly because the crowd is far too old for any of that.

Power Trip is a heavy-metal festival that took place in October on the same Empire Polo Club grounds in Indio, California, where Coachella is held. This year, its blistering lineup included AC/DC, Guns N’ Roses, and Metallica.

Still got it: Angus Young, of AC/DC, performs at Power Trip.

While Angus Young (the last remaining original member of AC/DC) is 68, the audience skews at least a little bit younger. After all, ticket prices are not for the TikTok set; they range from $600 to $4,000.

The 80,000 guests were old enough to appreciate order, and every element of the experience was civilized. Even if you’re like me and can’t imagine stomaching that much humanity, I promise that any agoraphobia will be somehow quelled by the sheer power of the festival’s organization. In advance of the event, every Power Trip visitor received a bracelet that was scanned three different times on the way into the grounds. No lines, and no bitching—a feat in and of itself.

Power Trip fans are not your average Coachella types.

Instead of bartering for drinks, there was a whiskey tasting. And there was no need to suffer in the heat, because the bars were not only enclosed but air-conditioned. Food options were straight out of Tribeca, and they included nose-to-tail meat selections, poke bowls, and even sushi flown in from God knows where.

The entire Coachella Valley was packed with metalheads, some of whom paid thousands of dollars a night for rooms at the Ritz-Carlton and La Quinta. Others glamped in luxury Redwood RV’s, which can run $200,000 and beyond.

The Cabin, in the South Terrace, is one of Power Trip’s air-conditioned bars.

The face-melting, three-hour sets were studio-level, thanks to a tower of stacked Marshall speakers and a sound system that filled the crowd with so much energy, it felt like a blood transfusion. In an insanely violent world, tens of thousands of fans singing together was the therapy I didn’t know I needed.

The merchandise was stylish, the people were cool, and, most importantly, everyone was on good behavior: despite the neck tattoos, motorcycles, and head-banging, there were only 20 arrests for intoxication and drug possession.

Judas Priest was among the highlights.

Funnily enough, when I departed, a friend told me to be careful, fearing that the mostly male crowd would be aggressive. But I found the opposite to be true. Countless studies have shown that metal fans are happier and experience fewer mental-health struggles. To me, it’s common sense—gutsy music exorcises any demons.

Just think about the dénouement in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. The serial killer wasn’t blaring metal; he was playing Enya. Way creepier!

Jill Kargman is the author of Sprinkle Glitter on My Grave and Sometimes I Feel Like a Nut. She also created and starred in the Peacock series Odd Mom Out