A big music event in Brooklyn where no one played a cheesy hits medley! Where the performances didn't leave you feeling kind of gross and sad and too old to be witnessing them! Imagine...
I feel like it must have been a harrowing experience for any person attempting to use a nearby porta-john when New Orleans bounce artist Big Freedia was unleashing her massive bass booms. It must have felt like squatting during a particularly grody space shuttle launch! Or that one guy in Jurassic Park who got eaten on the toilet by a T-Rex, right before getting eaten on the toilet by a T-Rex!
When I saw legendary Detroit band Death at CMJ a couple years back I was struck by their synthesis of sturdy Motown basslines and garage rock oomph. Yesterday, emboldened by a raise in profile from the recent documentary, A Band Called Death, they were more of a classic rock beast. Extended rum solos, odd time changes. They were strong, and the mix was overwhelmingly crunchy. There were even times, like when performing their 1975 song "You're a Prisoner" , when it struck me that you could shift the emphasis slightly, swap out the guitar tones for something more expensive and add some gross 30-piece drum set, and they might be playing a Metallica song! Or at least what Metallica songs I remember from being 12 were like. "You can't run! You can't hide! YOU'RE! LOCKED! INSIDE! (riff riff riff riff riff). I mean, right?
As always, the festival grounds were tricked out with skateboard shops, food, drinks, a skateboard half-pipe, and other assorted active diversions. This year, there was a huge rock wall column in the second stage area, which, I dunno, seems like something only crazy people would do at a sunshiney music festival?