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The three-day 2007 Coachella Festival is all over, except for 180,000 peeling sunburns and as many blurry YouTube clips as there are grains of sand in the Mojave desert. We've taken the liberty of sorting out some of the better ones, mostly because we care, but also because we have extra free time: Alas, the only JAMC/Scarlett Johansson "Just Like Honey" clip we found is just 37 seconds and unlistenably distorted. (You were warned.)

With Arcade Fire's Neon Bible getting nearly universal praise, it's still hard to beat the catharsis of Funeral's "Rebellion (Lies"), especially in concert. Still sporting the Sling Blade haircut he showed off on "Saturday Night Live", frontman Win Butler plunges into a rapt, clapping crowd, and the rest of the band turns in a typically inspired performance. Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton were reportedly on hand, but we don't think you'll see them in this video clip.

Björk performed some new songs from her forthcoming album, Volta, including this rendition of anti-colonialism choon "Declare Independence". Although we've been fascinated by reports of her snazzy high-tech gear, this video is all Bjork, dancing around in full space-alien/earth-mother mode backed by halftime-show flagbearers. Backed by distorted bass synths, she repeats, "Raise your flag!" Two days later, Rage Against the Machine fans were photographed burning one. (Cue the D.C. posturing.)

The always polite Arctic Monkeys closed out a Friday afternoon set with the Specials-tinged rhythm of their debut album's "A Certain Romance", an immaculately detailed song about small-town English life. The band don't add much to their familiar original, but for those still wondering what the hype was about, this song is it. "There's only music so that there's new ringtones," lead singer Alex Turner quips, and the line feels as cheekily apt as ever.

YouTube clips of former Pulp frontman and Pitchfork fave Jarvis Cocker were more difficult to find, but you can at least catch a minute or so of goofy stage patter. Comparing English festivals to the American variety, Cocker kills again. "I make it worse by talking," he explains, all self-deprecating charisma and elegant attire.