“Jesus loves you… No he doesn’t!” Cue fuzz distortion as Nathan Williams orchestrates the rowdiness with “Paranoid” off Wavves’ latest album “Afraid of Heights”. It was all killer no filler with Wavves, rarely stopping to chat or even tune, preferring an ambush of their punk catalog, including, “Post Acid”, “Sail to the Sun”, and, “Idiot”. Bodies were
Palma Violets: 1:00pm, Bud Light Stage These lads from Lambeth, London have been labeled the next big thing across the pond, so it only should be a matter of time until Palma Violets strike a similar match with us Yankees. They certainly did their best kicking off day three for the sun dried tomato faced
Foxygen lead singer Sam France prowled the stage like the drunken bastard child of Jim Morrison, climbing up the stage rafters after just the first song while smashing his head with a microphone at any opportune moment. He desperately wanted our attention, and needless to say it was hard not to give it to him.
White Lung kicked off what would be a mostly punk Saturday at Union Park. It only took one song to settle in until the mosh pit broke out, but basically the kids were looking for any excuse to pummel into each other under the blistering sun. The Vancouver rockers kept things simple, essentially offering two-minute
“Why, it’s hotter than a two peckered goat today!” Daughn Gibson’s observation was spot on as he kicked off the festival on the red stage. With his 6’5’’ frame, black tank top and black jeans with a black handkerchief hanging out his back pocket, Daughn would have looked right at home at the shitty dive
Brooklyn’s Parquet Courts set was a combination of poppy slacker rock frequently interrupted by sporadic punk riffs and completely necessary distorted feedback. The gentle head banging to two minute odes of intoxicated boredom stretched into fried out noise jams provided a perfect antidote to a scorching Chicago summer day. The looseness of fuzzed power