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[Photos] Pitchfork Music Fest – Chicago, IL

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Pitchfork Music Fest once again scores high marks on lineup diversity and festival-goer comfort. With Pitchfork, details are critical – tossing bottled water to folks at the front of the stage (the hottest location on any festival grounds), free sunblock, easily navigable routes between stages, and affordable food and drink. What Pitchfork really got right this year, however, was balancing the stages between the breakthrough newcomers (Mac DeMarco, Metz) and legacy acts (Bjork, Swans, Yo La Tengo). It’s still one of the best festivals in America, including its more than fair ticket price.

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Mac DeMarco kicked off the weekend in the best way by being the best dude. I heard for months about how amazing his show, particularly the 15-minute multi cover song medley coda, at Bloomington’s Russian Recording was. We thundergunned it through the gates to catch Mac’s afternoon set, and it did not disappoint. Though hearing bangers like “Ode to Viceroy” echo about Union Park and down the city streets was a treat, it was the covers that kept folks chatting. Some loved it, some hated it, but a polarizing performance is always preferred to a safe one. For me, his approach to “Cocaine” was perfect.

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Sometime over the past two years, Woods went from the friendly, free-wheeling, weed smokin’ hippie folk commune that could to a formidable rock band. Their latest, Bend Beyond, ups the tempo and demonstrates a gusto not only unheard on previous records, but perfect for a larger outdoor show. And enough folks seemed to know the lyrics to “Cali in a Cup” to really cultivate the communal summer vibes. Woods are a mean deal these days, and good on ’em. They seem to only get better.

While I didn’t get any photos of Angel Olsen because I couldn’t find the pit for the Blue Stage, I can assure you I was there and it was awesome. I had concerns that, due to the quiet nature of her grainy, vintage, pre-rock and roll style folk, her sound would get lost in the festival shuffle. However, Angel plugged in this time, assembled a trio (for a while she played only acoustic with Cairo Gang’s Emmitt Kelly), and added an unusual ferocity to her set considering how haunting 2012’s Half Way Home is.

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Wire had just played the evening before in Louisville, and offered the identical set. Not that I’m complaining. Wire remain one of the few legacy acts who’ve consistently innovated, and they proved such by sticking to playing mostly new material from the excellent Change Becomes Us and Red Barked Tree (and a couple of new unreleased songs). However, Wire still summoned the best of their classic ’77-’79 “trifecta” with blistering and terse renditions of songs like “On Returning” and “Map Reference.” Considering the energy and urgency Colin Newman demonstrated this evening, I won’t even clown on him about the iPad.

Bjork did not allow any photography, which was OK. That gave all of us a break to just enjoy the show, which packed visuals that made total sense for Bjork (high frame-rate flower blossoming, deep sea explorations, moon phases). The queen of pop offered up a great cross-catalog set of songs, with a number of surprises from Post and Homogenic (“Army of Me” and “The Hunter” respectively). Of course Bjork and her choir were the ones who summoned the storm that cut the evening short by about 20 minutes (and Pitchfork timed that perfectly for everyone to get out without cutting the night too short, by the way). She commented “in my country, this would be no big deal.” Well, sure, but also Chicago is light on the volcanism and brutal, unbridled nature front.

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Kicking off day two was a band I hadn’t seen in ten years, And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead. In a plaid shirt and jeans, I felt I was the most overdressed person at the festival in the 90 degree weather, but Trail of Dead’s all black plus cowboy boots get-up showed some much needed solidarity. The band knows where their bread is buttered, so they stuck with a number of selections from their beloved Source Tags and Codes (though I also loved Worlds Apart) . More importantly, they injected a much needed punk snarl in the festival lineup that day. Only really Metz could fuck with it.

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Speaking of Metz, where were you guys? The Blue Stage on Saturday afternoon offered up the most lively crowd of the weekend, and also the sparsest. At the same time, my Twitter feed was packed with people bored with Savages. Sorry about you, then. Metz summoned some nasty old school post-hardcore that, being in Louisville, I appreciate greatly at a Pitchfork-style festival. While I only had a cursory familiarity with the band’s recorded material (interestingly on Sub Pop), I’m a convert after that dose of unadulterated basement brutality.

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Of course, nothing was more brutal than Swans. Their the kings of nightmares, and that they could still horrify at 6:30 p.m. was nothing short of miraculous. Also, they only played four songs, each about 20 minutes long. “Seer” was cathartic. This guy knows. Swans don’t change up their set for festival crowds. You go down the rabbit hole with Gira and company. You’re in this thing. So thanks Michael for bringing some much needed sunshine to the Red Stage.

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I stand by my minority opinion that The Breeders are cooler than The Pixies, so I was never broken up about Kim Deal leaving the band. Her songs were the best, and besides, this leaves more time for her to get with sister Kelley and perform an album that was extremely formative for me in its entirety – Last Splash. In many ways, this was the opposite of Friday’s highlight Wire. The Breeders did play on nostalgia and basked in the adoration. There’s nothing wrong with either approach, and honestly, The Breeders exude more of a place than Wire did. Last Splash was recreated very faithfully, even the pre-Internet modem sounds “Cannonball” so masterfully nailed. If I wasn’t toting around a pricy camera, I would’ve gone for the crowd surf during “Divine Hammer.”

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Mac DeMarco watching The Breeders seconds before he gat a fat high five from me.

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This is the first time I had caught Low since they discovered caffeine in the mid-aughts with The Great Destroyer. The legendary Duluth trio stuck closely to their latest release The Invisible Way, an album I’m not particularly endeared to, and didn’t pull any hijinx like I was hoping from their drone troll earlier this year in Minneapolis, but ending on a cover of Rhianna’s “Stay” was a nice touch.

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Belle and Sebastian closed out a Saturday saturated in punk and noise leaning acts in full twee regalia. The Glasgow collective truly swept across classics (“Get Me Away From Here I’m Dying” “I’m a Cuckoo”), fan favorites (“Seeing Other People” “Legal Man”), and rarer cuts (entering the stage with the instrumental “Judy is a Dick Slap”). The band had a full string section on hand and a large backdrop of stark photography that’s become the band’s visual staple for almost 20 years. While not as exhilarating as Bjork the night before, the sweeping review of B&S’ catalog brought back some nice memories. And who doesn’t love nostalgia?

[Photos] Death Grips, Ratking, and Anwar Sadat – Headliners, Louisville – 6.14.13

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What a treat it was to see Death Grips – SPIN’s Artist of the Year, one of the freshest new artists in years, a group that Yeezus undoubtedly owes a lot of gratitude (and won’t dole out) – in a room with about 500 people. Probably ain’t gonna happen again, and witnessing the pure kinetic power of the crowd that night, I think they figured that out too. Opening the show was a smart, tough-as-nails decision to add Louisville’s tour-de-force art punk rudeboys Anwar Sadat to the bill. While more at home in smaller rooms, the thrash trio offered up the same palpable tension and tight, no-frills, wiry punk that’s made them one of the city’s best. Death Grips brought along Brooklyn upstart Ratking, a trio emanating with young energy and dense, rapid-fire east coast beats. Like Anwar Sadat, Ratking wears their basement show ethos prominently while comfortably commanding a larger stage with a propulsive sound system.

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Everything you’ve heard about the Death Grips live show is true – these dudes are insane. Death Grips came out the gate with an older one from Ex-Military, “Guillotine” and were unrelenting through selections from their debut, The Money Store, and everyone’s favorite dong-splattered hyperfuturistic mood music No Love Deep Web. To my memory, Stefan offered no breaks between songs, and offered a kinetic performance that proves Death Grips are the most punk band on the planet. While Zach Hill is not present to kit skins on this tour, Burnett’s unbridled insanity totally made up for his absence in every way. And besides, we got the scary helldemon version of Diplo on keyboard/MPC duty. Just joshin’, Andy Morin was great.

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[Video] Boards of Canada – Reach for the Dead

Cool, good, new Boards of Canada dropped early. Give it to me. Tomorrow’s Harvest is out on June 11th. I imagine I won’t be doing anything else that day but vibing.

[Premiere] Cloudland Canyon – Prophetic Frequencies

The Memphis-based prophets Cloudland Canyon have gradually, over the course of myriad singles and collaborations the past few years, moved away from their hybrid form of guitar-meets-synths apache anthems found on 2008’s masterful Lie in Light and 2010’s indescribably gorgeous and emotionally complex Fin Eaves to angular space electro thrash and gritty proto-techno – to awesome results. The Sonic Boom-produced “Prophetic Frequencies” is the latest to get a video treatment with the help of Chris Hontos and Tim Krause, who’ve juxtaposed nasty and beautiful basement punk show documentation with funky fractal galactic travel, Autobahn trace, and Kelly Ulhorn’s celestial, thoughtform-laden mantras. Considering how aggressive Cloudland Canyon’s brand of pounding hypnosis has become, come to think of it, perhaps slamdancing isn’t that inappropriate of a response.

Prophetic Frequencies 12″ is available now via Monofonus!

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[Photos] Shabazz Palaces – Zanzabar, Louisville – 1.29.13

Shabazz Palaces are spellbinding in a small room. I caught them in 2011 at the Pitchfork Music Festival, where they une-fucking-quivocally put on a better show than Odd Future playing the larger stage. While a larger stage belongs to Shabazz in theory, the intimacy a 250 person capacity room like Zanzabar provides did better justice to their nuanced sound. Ishmael Butler and Palaceer Lazaro took advantage of the confined space to breathe extra life into their sonic space. Shabazz Palaces were purely psychedelic – letting space pings and tape echo wash over the sold out crowd, while amazingly rearranging the best material on their Sub Pop-released Black Up in a live setting. And like the best of ’em, the live show blew the record out of the water. Watching a crowd go wild over heady, otherworldly music is a rejuvenating experience, so to wit, everyone who went hard on this Tuesday evening left with an unforgettable experience.