Also: figured I should, perhaps, say something about my time at the All Tomorrow’s Parties festival this past weekend. Which I’ll do very quickly, with some brief rundowns of the festival’s musical highlights:
* Fucked Up: I’m planning to write something lengthier about their set for Vol.1, but for now: damn right, that’s some hardcore. And it’s hardcore that I can enjoy both as straight-up hardcore and complex, challenging music in its own right.
* The Breeders: For me, the most ebullient, joyful moment of the festival. Spot-on pop songs old and new.
* Sunn 0)))/Boris: Liked this quite a bit more than I was expecting; Jesse Sykes’s vocal turn provided an emotional connection that helped pull me in. Unintentionally bizarre/hilarious moment: at one point, one of the guys on stage, clad in black robes and a hood, began playing the trombone. Which made sense sonically, but created a visual image that evoked the Grim Reaper playing in a Dixieland band.
* Sleepy Sun: Damn good expansive rock music. I heard the harmonies and was reminded of Bonnie Prince Billy’s The Letting Go; the esteemed Daphne Carr heard the expansiveness and volleyed out a Storm in Heaven reference.
* White Hills: Psych-rock songs that were, in fact, songs, and a stage presence that found quiet precision mixing with explosive, violent energy.
* Hannibal Buress: Dude pretty much had me when he started making fun of guys with handlebar mustaches.
* Explosions in the Sky: I’ve had tickets to see this band three times, and three times I’ve been laid up with a 24-hour bug. Finally got to see them live, and they did not disappoint; the the loud/quiet/loud/really, really loud dynamic was in full effect, and it was kind of glorious.