And there I was. Thursday, May 27. Home from work to catch the car and not have to undertake the odyssey around late morning.
Everything was coming, call a friend who now is back in Barcelona enjoying the Sonar, and hear the last chords of Blood Surfer to go see if Mark E. Smith went more or less sober at the scenario San Miguel. And, well, more or less what was, yes. I meet the members of The Fall down the street and I open the sphincters of fear, but Smith ... my mother, would not want either in my town:)
When the fourth song and we were confused too with the first, we went on stage to take place to Pitchfork Titus Andronicus. First pogo pm, first crowdsurfing I saw at the festival, and thank goodness for earplugs! An explosion of exuberance postfolkonoide testosterone deficiency. Yes, on disk are a tad repetitive, but be in the audience stands sweating like a pig and enjoy a ditto.
With such good taste in your mouth trying to find a more or less decent for hype of the season: The xx . Well, well ... Well. Incorrect. Good musicians. A direct that seemed modeled on the disk. Began to sparkle, and chewed as a tense environment. The weather and the audience. So, bored, at least we could regain strength in the dining area without excessive strain.
swear that after I went to see Superchunk , but if at this point I do not remember, a sign that they had not impress me much: - /
At 23.15 went eight, nine, ten, sometimes eleven musicians on the scene of Broken Social Scene . Back to recover the adjective I used to Titus Andronicus because it is the set for this combo: lush. Sonic exuberance, multiple textures, four or five guitars, each playing a different tune (not to say they were going to bitch ball) to link it generous songs for music lovers. And voices too. Drums and percussion. Owen Palette at center stage in a couple of songs. Halfway between the country party and the virtuosity of high school. Wonderful.
At the end, and medium burst, agency me another beer and went looking for a site far enough away the band of smokers who formed the bulk of the audience onstage San Miguel (well, in all scenarios) (seriously, in the next life I will not only smoking, but it will be of cigars, to counter what smoke bothers me in this life) and recover before Pavement concert. And they came with a vengeance. The public had been biased and, hey, you got what they wanted. They opened with a Cut your hair already foreshadowed that their actions would be based on the muscle and the state of grace in which seemed to come Stephen Malkmus and his family. To re-emerged around the Broken Social Scene, returning the favor during his tenure, Owen Palette and more artists. That looked like being a self-homage, and that the best people were having were treading the boards. So much so that in the last third, seemed to lose some steam, spreading out in a few pieces that were mushy. Even so, became the prize of the "concert of the day."
to that, according to Wichita Recordings, Fuck Buttons out and blew all the speakers. They say that the concert had to listen to in Italy, but not in my house the next morning we had to work and an eternal learner needs a fresh mind. Although either:) We in the next inning.
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