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Pitchfork Fest in Photos: The People of Pitchfork
ICYMI: Flagpole covered the Pitchfork Music Festival last weekend. Here were some of our favorite concertgoers, from the stoned to the serious to the super-excited. Also, aggro security guards.
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Pitchfork Fest in Review: R. Kelly, Yo La Tengo, M.I.A. and More
First, a confession: I skipped out on the first several hours of Sunday's P4K schedule to catch the Braves/White Sox game down at Comiskey Park U.S. Cellular Field. So, that meant no Killer Mike, no El-P and, most importantly, no Killer Mike + El-P. Bummed though I was to miss the Run the Jewels fun, at least I managed to catch some quality Braves baseball. Wait, did I say quality? I meant nine hits and only one run. I did see some drunk bros ironically Tomahawk Chopping, so that was something.
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Pitchfork Fest in Review: Savages, Swans, The Breeders and More
Uh. Still hot. And no breeze today. I entered Union Park to the sweet sounds of Phosphorescent, who were finishing up their Muchacho-heavy Green Stage set (later, I would find former MTV veejay John Norris interviewing former Athenian Matthew Houck by the media tent—livin'!), but the first full set of the day came courtesy of Austin rockers …And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead, who tore through the classics ("Another Morning Stoner") and some new material, which sounded punker and more aggressive than the group's most recent work. "Who wants to fucking mosh?" asked guitarist Jason Reece, before adding, wryly, "Not me." A certain youthful spark may have been lost since Trail of Dead's early, more destructive days, but their rock and roll heart remains.
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Pitchfork Fest in Review: Bjork
Photo Credit: Leif Johnson
On Friday, Bjork conjured the storm. Before her headlining set was cut short due to approaching weather (the crowd groaned, but 10 minutes later everyone was drenched), she put on a career-spanning show, the indisputable highlight of a day that had already seen some pretty amazing action. Dressed like some strange lightning rod and with her amazing Tesla coil synth on hand, the Icelandic singer and her choir of backup singers/dancers made their way through a set that included tunes from 1997's Homogenic ("Joga," "Hunter") and last year's Biophilia.
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Pitchfork Fest in Review: Mac DeMarco, Angel Olsen, Trash Talk and More
Jesus Criminy, it's hot. Daughn Gibson noted as much in his 3:30 p.m. red stage slot. "It is hotter than a two-peckered goat today," he intoned in his wry baritone. Sweatily, a slowly growing crowd agreed. The singer's loop-based country tunes became meatier, more rocking versions of themselves courtesy of his on-point backing band, and Gibson's stage presence was a thing to behold, even in the sweltering afternoon sun.
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