Flaming Lips ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
See ya later 2011!
Thanks to all of you for taking the time for making Sound on the Sound a part of your year and a part of your lives. We’ve got big things planned for 2012 and we look forward to sharing the new year and the front row with you.
Fitz and the Tantrums ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Damn if that is not sassiest photo we have ever snapped.
Fitz and the Tantrums are bringing their sass and their danceable soul to the Showbox on January 20th and next week we’ll be giving away a pair of tickets to a lucky reader. Stay tuned and dust off your dancing shoes.
Macklemore and Ryan Lewis at Sasquatch ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
At the tail end of 2010 it was clear, 2011 was going to be a big year for Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. But how big, I’m not sure any of us could have guessed. Back-to-Back-to-Back sold out shows at the Showbox, filling the Key Arena during Bumbershoot, a viral video hit and tear-jerker with “My Oh My” … and its by no means just Mack’s city that thinks he’s filthy. Macklemore and Ryan Lewis just returned from a national tour where they sold out 25 of 28 dates, before that it was sold out shows in Ireland and he’s just been nominated for XXL magazine’s Freshman of 2012 … and all without a label. 2011 was a huge year for Macklemore, but by all indications 2012 is going to be even bigger.
Mad Rad ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
The 1-2 gut punch of Mad Rad and then Das Racist seemed like a stroke of festival genius at first. West Coast low-brow pranksters meet East Coast ivy-league goofballs. It didn’t turn out exactly how I expected.
As Mad Rad have shifted their focus to a more national audience, they’ve positioned themselves as inheritors to 2LiveCrew’s sex-crazed kingdom of bitches and money, although minus the scantily-clad ladies doing the booty-shaking on stage with them. (Which is a shame.) These days more than just a mischievous crew with a DJ, Mad Rad are now a full-on band with drums, guitar, and strings, meaning the frenzied energy of DJ Darwin comes out from behind his table to help hype the crowd or drop dance moves a whole lot more. Buffalo Madonna certainly didn’t contain himself, climbing what he could, and given nothing else, climbed the crowd, but Instead of an uneven set of pure antics and regrettable jokes, these gents presided over a rapt crowd with rapid-fire deliveries of their greatest hits. They no doubt sensed the inevitable comparisons to the group who would go after them, and curiously enough, would end up outpacing Das Racist easily in every category, from flow, to music, to crowd attention.
According to the some, Das Racist is a smarter-than-the-rest-of-us antidote to just about everything in hip-hop. All I saw was unserious buffoonery. “Helloooo, White People!” Kinda obvious, ya think? Rolling around like a chimp on the stage? Maybe not as obvious. Jumping into the pit to hug a security guard? Now we’re just on a weird tangent. Fifteen minutes in I get bored and forget about the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell. They seem uninterested, so so was I. Oh well, onto the next one.
Mad Rad ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
Mad Rad ::: Photo by Abbey Simmons
!!! ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
!!! (say it “Chk Chk Chk”) are music festival mana. Via frontman Nic Offer they danced their pants off and ours, he not just waded into the crowd but dove right in. It reminded me a lot of Monotonix at Sasquatch in 2009.
!!! ::: Photo by Abbey Simmons
!!! ::: Photo by Abbey Simmons
!!! ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
!!! ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
!!! ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
Black Mountain ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
For me, large music festivals are great for two reasons: I see local favorites on gigantic stages and I get to discover new non-local bands I probably wouldn’t ever see outside of a festival setting. And as thrilling as it was to see The Head and The Heart on the main stage or watch Macklemore control a crowd of thousands, my favorite sets of Sasquatch this year came from three bands I’d never seen or heard before and whose records I came home and purchased immediately: Black Mountain, Cotton Jones and Other Lives.
BLACK MOUNTAIN – Vancouver, BC
Black Mountain ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
The Sasquatch band that had me asking, “where have you been my whole life?” answered politely, in Canadian clip. “Good afternoon Sasquatch,” they formally greeted the crowd, “we’re Black Mountain. We’re from Vancouver, that’s in B.C.” But lest you think this is another twang-tinged folk band (those come later), you’re wrong. Black Mountain is a classic stoner rock band, marrying powerful female vocals like Jefferson Airplane with Deep Purple through-a-Led-Zeppelin-lens groove. Though she stood meekly as her band-mates shredded on riffs as sharp and stoney as a knife hit, there’s nothing delicate or soft-spoken about Amber Webber’s singing and her powerhouse vocal performance left me mouth agape on the Sasquatch lawn. Had I been imbibing on fungus, as Black Mountain’s grooves all but beg your brain to do, you would not have been able to convince me we weren’t watching Grace Slick’s reincarnation wailing on 2011′s version of “White Rabbit.”
Powerful, but polite. Psychedelic without getting weird. Retro without sounding tired. Black Mountain’s sexy stoner grooves took me on a trip I’m not wholly certain was legal. Unlike the bad shit you picked up in the parking lot that one time, this is a trip you want to relive and thanks to NPR’s recording of their Sasquatch set, you can.
COTTON JONES – Cumberland, Maryland
Cotton Jones ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Cotton Jones was paired against Typhoon on a Sunday morning in a battle of bands I’ve been told I will adore, but that had never grabbed me. And Cotton Jones, playing to a small but appreciative crowd not much larger than the band Typhoon itself, won that fight so handily it felt like it might have been fixed. Cotton Jones might have had a small crowd, but they were fervent in their love, calling out requests and seeming to know every word. I sat on the hilly sidelines, watching as couples two-stepped and hippie slow-danced together to the band’s slow-burning, country soul. The crowd, much like the band’s sound itself, was an even mix of tie-dye and cowboy boots.
Cotton Jones writes songs for road trips with the windows down, rolling on dusty back roads. Hazy summer songs, new country soul classics and tie-dyed twang with a trombone. It should come as no surprise, Tall Hours In The Glowstream was the first record I picked up after I crossed the mountains.
Here’s the song I’ve had stuck in my head since their Sasquatch set:
Cotton Jones ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Cotton Jones ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
OTHER LIVES – Stillwater, Oklahoma
Other Lives ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Other Lives is a band made of talented multi-instrumentalists. Five musicians held down at least 10 instruments from cello to trumpet in a soft set that featured moody ballads reminiscent of both Radiohead’s ghostly strings and the hymnal harmonies of the Fleet Foxes with a touch of Damien Jurado’s lyrical sinisterness. Their song “For 12′s” string introduction is so spot-on “How to Disappear Completely,” I thought for the first few moments it had to be a cover. But then the quiet gallop of hand drumming starts and the guitar riff takes a turn towards the cinematic American West. Other Lives paint wistful Western landscapes with their music, but despite sounding and looking like Seattle archetypes, they hail from Stillwater, Oklahoma. While a festival setting was a less than ideal introduction to Other Lives, this is music to be listened to in enclosed spaces like your headphones or in a small club in the shadows of dim stage lights, their brooding and beautiful songs managed in their quietness to rise above the antics of countless other Sasquatch acts and tamely steal my heart.
You can stream the band’s brand new album Tamer Animals below and after a listen I predict many of you, like me, will be running out to buy it.
Other Lives ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Other Lives ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Other Lives ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Fitz and the Tantrums ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
I love classically styled soul, but I’m also a fan of taking it somewhere else and breaking a few rules as Fitz and the Tantrums have made a national name for themselves doing lately. The Motown era might have been far too prim and proper to support the sort of jaded-heart love-sickness that FATT can’t seem to shake in their latest record Pickin’ Up The Pieces as they unapologetically call out every do-wronger in the book. The funky multi-instrumentalist big-band of only four, curiously sans an electric guitar but heavy on the fuzzy organ, gives life to the tumult of love that ringleaders Noel and Fitz relate in anthemic fashion via songs like “L.O.V.E.,” “Moneygrabber,” and “Breakin’ The Chains of Love.” She in a black feather dress, he in a pink suit, they led a fashionable mainstage work out for the heart, a sweat-it-out exorcism of that demon Cupid always causing so much trouble. Instead of a round of harmonies or another saccarine routine, the audience was called on for grunts and fast handclaps to complete the various moments. Yeah, I usually look to a band like this to help me get a little love, but FATT seem to have turned that notion around without sacrificing the excitement for life that’s a primary ingredient of Motown’s vibrant sound. Now if only I could actually confront my problems in real life with such alacrity…
Fitz and the Tantrums ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
Fitz and the Tantrums ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
Robyn ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Sometimes things don’t go according to plan but they still turn out alright.
When Robyn originally pushed back the starting time of her Easy Street Records merchandise booth signing appearance and then canceled it shortly thereafter, hundreds of electro-pop dance fans felt uneasiness in their stomachs. Their evening plans to groove suddenly put at a standstill.
“Is she not coming?!?” said a bewildered young girl to an Easy Street employee.
I heard that question asked about Robyn many times amongst the crowds gathered in areas surrounding the main stage and the Easy Street booth. I was starting to feel uneasy myself, what if my ludicrous scheme never took flight? Robyn canceling her signing appearance wasn’t a crushing blow, I was still in possession of the magical all-access orange fabric Sasquatch bracelet. My biggest problem was that I had not seen Robyn in the backstage area at all. It was around 7pm and I wasn’t sure if she had arrived at the festival yet. I didn’t make a nuisance of myself by asking questions, I just kept vigilant and waited.
I waited. You waited. Photographers, passionate fans, security guards, all of the onlookers, waited. It appeared that there were some sound issues on the Big Foot stage. The sound crew was shifting around like worker bees, tapping inaudible microphones and buzzing into their headsets with inquiries. Robyn was supposed to come on at 9pm PST.
9:15…9:20…9:23
Robyn fans directly behind the photography pit started to sing Journey. My fists clench on their own at the sounds of dozens of pretend Steve Perry’s.
It approached 9:30…Suddenly the sounds of sirens and a robotic female public service announcer transformed what was once a stage into the setting of a nuclear reactor having a meltdown.
A few men clad in white laboratory coats took the stage, the crowd erupted into cheers. I was too busy trying to connect the dots to offer any visible enthusiasm. Earlier in the day I thought I saw men wearing funny white lab coats throwing a frisbee. Then I saw some more eating ice cream on the lawn, then I thought I saw them on-stage during Iron and Wine. What is going on here? Before any of my unasked questions could be answered….
Robyn appeared in a flurry of flashbulbs. She was working the angles of lenses and playing to the camera like the late great “Macho Man” Randy Savage. There wasn’t a turnbuckle for her to climb, but there were drum risers and boulder-like sound monitors that offered ample elevation. Hip thrusts, a timely use of “The Running Man,” songs about femme bots, protecting yourself from love and being “Indestructible,” were charismatically executed to both agog and patient. The highlight of her set may have been “Dancing on My Own” in which the crowd erupted in squeals of ecstasy from the first note of the keyboard. I was still lurking in the photo pit with my inadequate camera at that point, losing myself in the moment, feeling the air of Robyn’s words from the stage and the masses of those singing the words right behind me. It was great. I feel even sheepish writing these words (pretend tough guy stuff perhaps?), but it’s a great, infectious song with a story that we most of us can identify with. What’s not to like? I’ve listened to the song a handful of times since Sasquatch came to a close. Don’t tell anyone I said that.
Though Robyn didn’t wish my friend a happy birthday (unanswered tweets and prayers make for a fancy raincheck), started her set late and wrapped it up slightly early, she was still one of the top performers I saw all weekend. Consider her a blonde electro-pop comet that is only going to orbit within our pacific northwest atmosphere on a limited basis. Gentle readers, you pretend to be a romantic by staying up at ungodly hours in order to gaze upon fleeting stars in a universe that might as well be a trillion miles away. The next time you want to observe something that is gauranteed to be worth the wait, you know where to go.
Robyn ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Robyn ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Robyn ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
The Moondoggies ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Following in the funky footsteps of Wheedle’s Groove isn’t an enviable task, but a newly expanded Moondoggies line-up stepped up to the challenge Sunday afternoon at Sasquatch. Taking the stage as a six-piece after an all-night drive from Montana, the central harmonies of Kevin, Carl and Caleb were joined by Jon Pontrello on tambourine/guitar, Micah Simler on bass and Jeremy Bruno on lap steel. Simler is recognizable to local music fans as the bassist of SHIM and The Golden Blondes, while Bruno is being borrowed for shows from former Moondoggies’ tourmates Quiet Life.
It wasn’t just the line-up that was different, the band played three brand new songs amidst old favorites like “Black Shoe” and “What Took So Long” that the mid-afternoon crowd happily sang along to. The expanded line-up and two of the new songs highlight a more robust Moondoggies, a return to the driving hooks and harmonies of Don’t Be A Stranger. “Don’t Ask Why” is a boogie blues rocker, where Caleb Quick’s masterful work on keys overtakes Murphy’s throaty twang, culminating in a jangly jam of keys, guitar, lap steel and drums that even The Dead could be proud of. Sasquatch set ender, “Do You Love Me?” was so new it seemed all but the skeleton of a pop song. The tune took the Moondoggies out of their three-part-harmony sweet-spot and featured Dahlen, Murphy and Quick singing the same plaintive howl of “Do You Love Me?” in crisp solo rounds. It was one of the few moments where the newness hurt more than helped, ending the set on a tentative note rather than with an exclamation point proclaiming the promise shown in these new explorations.
Your next chance to see The Moondoggies locally is June 15th at Westlake Park as part of the “Out to Lunch” summer concert series and it’s free.
The Moondoggies ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
The Moondoggies ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
The Moondoggies ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Macklemore ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Slowly but surely we’re getting reviews up from the 10th annual Sasquatch Fest, but here’s one last photographic peek at Day Four’s festivities.
You can see all of our photos from Day Four on our Flickr.
Jaill ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
The Young Evils ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
The Young Evils ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Twin Shadow::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Twin Shadow::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Noah and the Whale ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Head Like A Kite ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Black Mountain ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Black Mountain Dancers ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Stornoway ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Stornoway ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Macklemore and Ryan Lewis::: photo by Josh Lovseth
Macklemore Crowd ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
!!! ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
!!! Crowd ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
Deerhunter ::: photo by Josh Lovseth
The Decemberists ::: photo by Abbey Simmons
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