At the Bootleg on the 4th, an all-evening-long psych fest, bringing a dozen of psychedelic bands on two different stages. Since I don’t really like following traditions, I went to the Warlocks’ Smokeout, and spent more than 5 hours inside the darkest club in LA, while having a great time
A brutal and mad scene acted by psychiatric ward escapees or just kids who wanted to have fun? There was a boy who was wearing a hamburger hat and a few others dressed in full banana suits
I am not sure about this ridiculous comparison, although I certainly heard some Radioheadish moments here and there, but Alt-J’s pretty music had running-in-cascades-of-voices harmonies, a lot of almost-a-cappella moments, and was building dreamy-sleepy landscapes.
This was happening in the Bootleg gallery, not on the stage where the concerts are usually occurring, and every one attending seemed to be a friend of someone performing; it was not only very intimate, but a little like an amicable reunion on a Saturday night, even with a giant screen projecting movies.
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