After three days of reflection, I must say that FYF was one hell of a music festival. Though the crowd was filled with "rebels" (note the quotes. I know most people would recognize them but I really want to emphasize this) it was still none the less extremely fun. The first day was great starting with "Fidlar", a drug fueled skate punk band with very loyal and very "rebellious" group of followers that recited each line and smiled from ear to ear each time the chorus came to scream, "I drink cheap beer so what? fuck you". Here the fans continued to push and stomp in a camaraderie sort of passion which sent up dust that coated absolutely every exterior part of your body and worst of all your lungs. Once the you inhale enough dust it only came out towards the end of the day, when the sun was completely down and you wished you had a jacket and then and only then do you get to feeling of absolute pressure on your chest. Each breath in is a struggle to not sneeze, but once you do your hands would be filled with black mucus that looked like it came from the film "Prometheus". Though this wasn't common only to this particular show by "Fidlar" it was in fact an ongoing problem at FYF in the past years.
Since that FYF takes place in some crummy park near Chinatown, the grass is already nearly dead and the places that don't have dying grass is filled with lazily tossed wood chips over dirt which is where most of the punk shows unfortunately take place. Really no matter where the shows take place (except in the large tent designated for electronic music and comedy) you are most likely going to be hit by airborne dust. So last year when "Death From Above 1979" played to a massive audience on the main stage positioned on a dying patch of grass, I and many other festival goers almost passed out due to the inability to find clean air. Something they considered this year when they passed out free bandannas at the "Fidlar" show. I have now realized I have digressed and I am far too lazy to work this into a larger picture.
After the great reckless fun of "Fidlar", Bryan and I made our way over to see "Moonface", a kraut rock band fronted by Spencer Krug known mainly for his work in Sunset Rubdown and Wolf Parade (both projects that I am vaguely aware of. Both known by Bryan). From a ignorant point of view the jams were long, equally proportionate and absolutely emotional. The last song, "Quickfire, I Tried" is a perfect example of this with its strong emotional content and its huge finish in which Krug pulls out the book (I haven't read it myself but it is very famous) "The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao" and begins reading frantically from the first paragraph.
Next we swung by to see the Men do the last part of their very country set which to me was pretty boring. Their last song was actually noise rock song that was really sloppily done. In fact it was pretty big turn off to not only me and Bryan but to the whole crowd who quickly left.
We went back to the punk stage once again to see the "Cloud Nothings" but we came in towards the end of Red Kross' set which was pretty much derivative hardcore. Though I am a big fan of hardcore music and even emo music (might as well make this digression as large as humanly possible) I am really adverse to revivals because in the end all people do is re-do the good and bad parts of a genre of music in this strange ode like fashion. With "Red Kross" all of their music was all taken directly from hardcore, as in, they were using exactly the same chords from bands during the 80s. So much so that I believed they were a cover band which deeply saddens me since the whole punk ethic was supposed to do something new and fresh that no one else was doing. This brings me to "Cloud Nothings". Their brand of emo is very new, but at the same time very stale. They appeal to the basic conventions of the genre and add a few things in. This was clearly shown with their set which was filled with "passionate" moments which neither moved me or provoked me to look deeper. Then their extremely long instrumental intermissions seemed to be just frustrated wankery. There was nothing really "great" about it, it was just plain boring. (this is all my opinion of course)
After the disappointing show, we swung over to the stage where we seen the Men to hear the Vaselines and reflect on what has happened so far. As the song "Molly Lips" played in the background everyone was fervently awaiting last year's favorite act, "Future Islands". To explain "Future Islands" in simple terms is to do the band an injustice. Though their music is not terribly complicated the whole dynamic of the band live is. In reality the music is really just simple synth pop with a distinctive synth sound, but the lead singer, Samuel Herring's, voice and stage presence is an anomaly. At points in a song he may sing something with a strong voice but once the chorus hits (or some emotionally charged part of the song hits) his voice turns into this weird lion like growl which fits his equally strange and demon-like stage presence . At one point he would be just standing there with his hand in the air looking at an invisible (and metaphorical) piece of his ex-girlfreind then the next moment he would be on the other side of the stage with his hand in his mouth swallowing it with a demonic stare. It is something that cannot be easily transmitted into text by such an awful writer as myself. So without tarnishing what this show was I will not go any further detail and move onto "Hot Snakes".
Bryan and I caught only a small part of "Hot Snakes" so we could watch "James Blake" and for guys that are well into their 40s they were pretty great. The lead singer that is well known from the post-hardcore band, "Drive Like Jehu", Rick Froberg, did not sound his age at all. He sounded just as good as his days in "Jehu". Once again this is a situation in which Bryan knew the band more than me.
James Blake was the conclusion of the night and (for me) the best act at FYF. It might have been the constant haze of marijuana or the absolutely tiring day of music, but it was an entrancing act. The whole set list was well put together and not once was there a moment where I cringed at something being off or boring. The transition from record to live was great. The live band all contributed equally to the overall sound of the music. There wasn't a moment where there was something unncessarily added. Even the vocal effects weren't too bothersome. To my (and possibly Bryan's surprise) the set did not only consist of his music from his critically acclaimed debut album ,but he also played two songs from his more future garage EPs. One being the grand "CMYK". He ended his set perfectly with "Wilhelm Scream" which also wrapped up the first day of the festival.
I will post my thoughts on the next day and overall my idea on the whole festival in the future for all four of our readers.
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