This would be a first rate return to live concerts.
A terrific and immensely pleasurable time especially since his last album was a # 1 hit. The best shouts for the terrific “White And Nerdy” but he could have gotten away with playing polkas on his accordion all night.
If I lost interest 20 minutes in, the rest of the audience is huge, even against A-Traak and attentive as the acid test, “This can’t be a better end to our fucking tour” before unleashing a weird and glorious stomper.
As blue eyed soul guys Mayer Hawthorne has a lot going for him, my boss came back from a private gig at VH1 raving about the guy. But guess what? He never mentioned Mayer again. Why? Because Mayer can write them and he can sing them but he can’t write a memorable hook to save his life.
So what’s the difference between Americana and country? When it comes to Sturgill Simpson not a damn thing, leading his band through a sparsely attended mid afternoon set, he doesn’t hit his stride till a full bloodied “Living The Dream” and then doesn’t let go.
I caught this masterful Rastaman last year at Summerstage, today he has his pop side on… All high octane rubadub son of Marley and as impressive as ever, maybe more so.
Here in Randall’s Island they went from an awesome “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” to less awesome more mathematically inclined beats off their upcoming album…
LA pop band Echosmith are a new wave fun machine with echoes of Katrina And The Waves without the jangle
Rustie is a DJ from Glasgow – one of the worlds’s great cities though a little rough round the edges, not unlike this amazing guy who drops the bass sure but then heads off into aural heaven.
Opening with “Real Love” and including the blondie (I know, no internet access) adds a oboe and someone else on a sax and the sound is a terrific mindfuck. VIP is still quiet but GA stretches and stretches as the band plays mainstream electronic dance pop.
The beats are so heavy I can feel em in my feet. Not to mention my eardrums,rushing like the devil was on my tail, I made it in time for half an hour.
Starting with an electrified with “Sucker” this is hot pop punk.
Gorgon City perform first rate House Music and soulful and extremely fun disco via London and they are much better live with a chick singer who can roar and an energetic kick ass attitude
Rae Sremmurd are the two lively young brats who look like Will Smith’s brats but with you know real talent
Right now New Yorks DIIV have stopped acting out your dreams (you remember Alysons story the other day) and are playing some buzzed out fuzzed out guitar indie gear.
Good guys by definition this is all turntable and all really really awesome with a word to the good fold: let the weed take over your soul they advise. And the raps. They end with an Animals sample, and turns us into hippies.
It’s raining but not too much and the waft of marijuana is already in the air as Austin,Texas Black Pistol Fire take the stage with some filthy garage blues like they’re three forms of Jeff The Brotherhood.
Impressive line up for this years Gov Ball, the Festival you can go home and take a shower during reaches its third year and I bought a VIP though not a SUPER DUPER VIP. Of the three headliners, I’ve seen all three before and I promise you one thing, if Axl thinks I am waiting around to midnight for him to make his way on stage, he has another thnk coming.
They are like a stream of consciousness concept of what an indie band should be and their first album, Weathervanes, is a pleasant bore. I like em, naybe I’ll use em for my next tax audit
I think he is a bore and I think he is completely wrong for the venue but from a finger picked solo slice of lo-fi through to a headstrong salsa sounding dance song with a full band at the end, I didn’t dislike him much either. Not my scene but for want of something better, I can now see that I didn’t really get the man before.
The concept: to take Goth and add it to shoegaze is a pretty good one, and when they get the right song, Phantogram no what to do with it. Even when the song is a little inert, their jams are better than, say, Cults who I saw next.
Built To Spill ignore their fans as they trade off rumbling interlocking parts, they aren’t playing loud riffs, they are dissolving liquidy strings bending not bouncing
the band are a cool way to kill some time: they have a firm grasp on melody and on the set highlight “You Know What I Mean”, a pop ballad replete with snaps claps, and double tracking, they find a place in the sun where the audience can respond well. A girl besides me whisper to me, “Do you like this one? It was the song that first turned me on to them”,.
From flaming out to sneering in to perfecting her craft, Apple has grown and grown and is now not just a great recording artist but a great live performer as well. Grade: A