Pitchfork, Or Do I Mean Conde Nast(y), Make Tens Of Millions Off Festivals… The Last time
Now that Pitchfork have sold themselves to Conde Nast let’s answer one thing: the website has nothing to sell out too. Ever since its business because Music Festivals it morphed into a warehouse for acts to whom they wanted to sell tickets. So, basically, fuck the scumbags.
But I’ve said that for nearly seven years straight, right?
Still I wouldn’t have minded VIPing to Friday’s Paris Pitchfork festival where Thom Yorke apparently performed a set for the ages. I loved Tomorrow’s s Modern Boxes and this set seemed to provide it in spades. Andrew Trendell of Gigwise wrote: “Thom and Nigel) kicked off a flawlessly tight and mesmeric set – leaning heavily on Tomorrow’s Modern Boxes, but adding a twitchier and more introverted mechanical menace to tracks from The Eraser and AMOK. As he jerks across the stage and howls into the vast Parisian venue, we realise that this is the most immersed and involved Yorke has been in a performance in quite some years.”
The last couple of times I’ve seen Thom, I’ve found him a little off his feed, so this would be worth adding more money to Conde Nast’s new nastiness.
Here is the setlist:
The Clock
A Brain in a Bottle
Impossible Knots
Black Swan
Guess Again!
Amok
Not the News
Truth Ray
Traffic
Twist
Pink Section
Nose Grows Some
Cymbal Rush
Encore:
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