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It was the final day and it was already sweltering hot before noon. This didn’t stop Bonnaroo goers from making the best of their final day though.

I began with Japandroids, a garage rock duo playing over at This Tent. For only two guys, they had a very large sound and I really liked how they switched lead vocals between the guitarist and the drummer. This was a good way to start.

Japandroids

Next, I went to a band that completely contrasts Japandroids: Calexico. These sleek rockers were joined by some friends from Spain on some brass instruments. The resulting sound was like a more mainstream mariachi band. It was the perfect soundtrack to the summer sun beating down on the crowd.

Calexico by Joshua Hammond

What’s Bonnaroo without checking out a few good jam bands? We headed over to the What Stage to watch of Australia’s John Butler Trio deliver some of their folky jams before the lady we were really dying to see this day: Regina Spektor.

John Butler Trio by Joshua Hammond

The adorable pianist is bubbly and charming as her gentle voice skips into the upper octaves, but then Regina takes you by surprise: “Fuck. That’s not how this song goes. I don’t know how you all do it: a whole day in the sun. My mind is just a fuck puddle.” Only Regina can make cursing sound so polite. Then again, perhaps that cursing isn’t such a shock if you think about the content of somehow her songs, “Someone is fucking to one of my songs,” just one of a few examples I can think of.

Regina Spektor by Joshua Hammond

Regina Spektor by Joshua Hammond

Punk rock was a popular theme of the day: Against Me, Dropkick Murphys and Rise Against were all performing Sunday. Punk music is really dependent on the energy level of the show, and with the high temperatures, I was worried these bands might take a hit. That worry was unnecessary because these bands tore it up. Against Me, with new member Franz Nicolay, even wore their leather jackets as they sang out their vein-popping energetic set. Dropkick Murphys was like a big party with the multi-instrument band filling up the stage with accordions and guitars and strings. Raucous and fun.

Against Me! by Joshua Hammond

Dropkick Murphys by Joshua Hammond

Dropkick Murphys by Joshua Hammond

In between the two punk bands, Josh caught the classic rocker John Fogerty before joining me for the self-described geek rockers: They Might Be Giants. They’re goofy, but brilliantly so. They’ve been around for quite some time and just released some new great material, perfect for any aspiring scientist. I was kind of surprised by how many of their songs I knew, but didn’t realize was them. Yet another fun set.

John Fogerty by Joshua Hammond

They Might Be Giants by Joshua Hammond

After that it was time to watch a few Grammy-winners. Country artists Zac Brown Band was first up over at the What Stage. I’m not a fan of country music, but these guys are pretty easy to get into to with their speed-demon riffs. My personal favorite moment of the set was their cover of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” It was a nice moment for their violinist to show off his chops.

Zac Brown Band by Joshua Hammond

Phoenix, as far as the indie Bonnaroo fans were concerned, was Sunday’s headliner and as the Parisians tore through an intense rock set not just of the new Wolfgang songs, but songs from their entire repetoire, they kind of did steal the show. There were times when singer Thomas Mars‘ voice sounded a bit hoarse and worn from their constant touring, but even with that, the crazy guitar riffs and big drums made up for it.

Phoenix by Joshua Hammond

Phoenix by Joshua Hammond

Phoenix by Joshua Hammond

Dave Matthews Band was Sunday’s official headliner. I think I owe these guys an apology. I had kind of written them off as a frat band with boring tunes, but in actuality, they are fun and the band has plenty of personality. They do deserve success for their long jams. It was a bit bittersweet to watch them play though. It was surprisngly great to enjoy them, but sad to see their set signal the end of the fest.

Dave Matthews Band by Bethany Smith

Dave Matthews Band by Bethany Smith

Dave Matthews Band by Bethany Smith

Dave Matthews Band by Bethany Smith

Dave Matthews Band by Bethany Smith

Dave Matthews Band by Joshua Hammond

Another Bonnaroo over. Despite the lack of surprise collaborations and guest stars, this was a stellar year with solid performances. Though my aching feet are thankful it’s over, the rest of me can’t wait to see what the next year will bring.

by Joshua Hammond

View recaps and photos from Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

Sunday morning of Sasquatch came for me with a hot shower and special birthday blueberry muffin at my campsite, as it was my 21^st birthday. Come to find out that day, it was several people’s birthdays. But I’ll get to that later.

The line getting into the venue moved a lot faster that day, and it was met with a bit more cloud coverage, so less burning sunlight directly overhead at noon when we entered the grounds. As the Bigfoot Solar Stage was almost directly inside the gates, I went into the crowd, not really knowing who was playing. As soon as the band got on stage, I checked my schedule, and it turned out that it was Local Natives. When I got there, it was far too crowded for me to get close to get any decent photographs, but I was close enough to fall in love with their sound. I’d heard “Camera Talk” off their album Gorilla Manor about a month ago, but as I stood through the rest of their hour-long set, there were so many more songs I liked. Gorilla Manor was actually the only album I bought at the festival, and I’m glad that I did. I’ve listened to it several times. The band’s soft harmonies work so well both live and on the record, and I can see why they had such a large crowd, even so early in the day. About halfway through their set came the first coincidence of the day. Prefacing their song “Who Knows Who Cares,” guitarist and vocalist Taylor Rice came up to the mic and said, “I’d like to dedicate this song to my special lady, Bethany,” (or something like that), “It’s her thirtieth birthday today. The golden year, 30 on 30.” And everyone in the crowd said “Happy Birthday Bethany!” in unison. Of all days – that was weird. After that, my sister told me that she was going to try to get Flavor Flav to wish me happy birthday. Sure, like that would happen. Anyway, Local Natives were awesome. I’d have to say that they’re my favorite discovery from Sasquatch.

Then I took the familiar stroll to the main stage for the only time on Sunday to see They Might Be Giants. Of all the acts booked for Sasquatch, They Might Be Giants might be the most random. However being a fan of them myself, I was excited to see them on the lineup. As I expected, TMBG were perhaps the goofiest 50-year-olds I’d ever seen. At one point their broke out The Avatars of They, a duo of sock puppets who have been part of their live show since last year. Much to my delight, TMBG did play the hilarious “The Mesopotamians,” the one and only thing I like about the subject of Mesopotamia. The only buzzkill of their set was the fact that a large portion of their crowd was Kid Cudi fans waiting to get close for Kid Cudi’s set directly after TMBG. But that was poor planning. I felt bad actually, because the Kid Cudi fans were restless and a bit rude to TMBG. At one point during the appearance of The Avatars of They, I heard someone shout “Get off the stage, we wanna see Cudi!” Sure I wanted to see Kid Cudi too, but I wanted to see They Might Be Giants as well.

I regret that former statement, because I would have much rather seen Kid Cudi from afar, rather than being stuck in the insane pit of pain present throughout all of Kid Cudi’s set. The only reason I stayed in the pit was so I could get close to see Tegan and Sara after, and get some good photos. What I do for good photos, sheesh.

Now, I’m not much of a hip-hop fan, but I honestly enjoy Kid Cudi. He’s confident on stage without being too arrogant like some rappers can be. But I will never see him live again. Nothing against Cudi, but I feared for my life and my camera in that pit. It’s like they didn’t know the meaning of personal space. I just had to lock my knees and plant my feet. I didn’t really have to hold up my own weight, but I also couldn’t breath comfortably half the time. But regardless, Kid Cudi was really good. Toward the end of his set, he brought this guy out on stage. “You guys remember when I punched that guy in Vancouver? Here he is! Michael and I are cool now!” And Michael Sharpe, the guy whom Kid Cudi punched at his Vancouver show joined him for a man hug on stage in front of thousands of people.

As soon as Kid Cudi’s set was over, I scurried out of the pit to catch some air before venturing back in for Tegan and Sara’s set. But naturally, their fans wouldn’t be quite as insane. It was a nice cool down from the overwhelming body heat trapped in the mosh pit from before, and Tegan and Sara’s music was a nice cool down as well. As much as I like their music, it was bit lackluster for the venue we were in, but what made their set especially enjoyable was the sharp banter between the two of them. If they weren’t twins, you could still totally tell that they were sisters by how they acted toward each other. That was my time at the main stage that night, as I spent the next 2 hours at the Bigfoot Solar Stage and turned in early for the night to eat birthday cake and make hot dogs over a camp stove.

First on the Solar Stage that night was Girls, whose album I fell in love with last year. It’s still weird listening to them because it’s like Elvis Costello reincarnate, and Elvis Costello isn’t even dead. It was a mellow and groovy way to move the evening right along, and like the album, seeing Girls live made me feel nostalgic. I don’t know when I was feeling nostalgic about, but the music just sounds so aged, but not outdated. And the music actually fit quite nicely in the setting sunlight in the middle of a flat field. Peaceful, yet not exactly peaceful. It’s hard to explain, but that’s why I advise you to see them. They were good. You won’t be disappointed.

The last act I’d see Sunday night was the Dirty Projectors, and I truly only saw them because I felt like I needed to understand something about them. I listened to Bitte Orca. Several times. And I just didn’t get why everyone was so gaga over them, so I figured seeing them live would illuminate it for me somehow. I was right. I get it now. I’m not going to try and explain why I get it now, because the Dirty Projectors are one of those bands that you love or you hate, because they’re that weird, but the vocals that this band consistently produces is the most amazing part of their live act. During “Remade Horizon,” I swear Amber Coffman and Haley Dekle did this crazy vocal riffing for over a minute that sounded like nothing I’ve heard in a live show before. Also, with how many singers they have on stage at one time, David Longstreth, Angel Deradoorian, Coffman, and Dekle, there is a strange harmony on stage that is also unlike most bands.

This was where the second coincidence came in. Nearing the end of the show, after “Stillness is the Move,” Coffman told the crowd that it was her father’s 51^st birthday, and she wanted us all to sing happy birthday to him and record it for someone to put on YouTube for him to watch. Another birthday? So we all sang happy birthday to her dad Joel.

That was the end of day two for me. I’ll be right with you for the final recap shortly.

For more photos of Sunday’s festivities, visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbigshmail/sets/72157624067347657/

Saturday’s coverage: http://popwreckoning.com/2010/06/02/sasquatch-festival-saturday-with-ok-go-the-national-vampire-weekend/

Monday’s coverage: http://popwreckoning.com/2010/06/04/sasquatch-festival-monday-with-the-temper-trap-the-mountain-goats-mgmt/

Getting together with friends is important: you can catch up, re-acquaint over times gone by, and create new memories. A good split-disc functions in much the same way. Two bands come together to share a common space and, hopefully, create some pretty memorable sounds.

The Sanderlings and The Dashburns have now entered into this familiar territory with the aptly titled The Sanderlings/The Dashburns. Friends for years, the two bands lend three songs each to this split-disc released by Ark Royal Records.

On the disc and at live shows the Sanderlings occupy the Beatles/Apples in Stereo role while the Dashburns fulfill the Rolling Stones/Grifters part—music that utilizes harmonies and  intricate song craft and music that is propelled by energy and rhythm.

The first three tracks belong to the Sanderlings. They open with “Oh Darlin” and “Chicken Pox.” “Oh Darlin” is the poppier of the two while “Chicken Pox” comes through with an epic, tango feel. Both showcase the band rocking through tightly crafted songs with the voices of Josh Evans and Ben Masters skillfully working around lyrics that are at times reminiscent of They Might Be Giants.

The stand out track is “Reptoids.” It opens with a raucous riff and then expounds on the theme of strange reptilian creatures that may or may not control the world. With tight harmonies and lyrical content it is a polished rock ‘n roll spin.

The Dashburns portion of the disc starts with “Second Coming.” The guitars are distorted, creating a layered effect that draws on the sound of Spacemen 3. The vocals are more often screamed than sang, imbuing shoegaze-y songs with the power of the Stooges.

“Scrimshaw” may be the best song for that reason alone; however on “The Wheel” the band goes on a different tangent. They blend two parts of varying tempo to create a solid contrast. The whole thing leads into a closing jam with each band member producing tightly syncopated parts that bring the disc to finish.

Track Listing:
1. Second Coming
2. Scrimshaw
3. Wheel
4. Oh Darlin
5. Chicken Pox
6. Reptoids

The Sanderlings: myspace
The Dashburns: myspace

Imagine, if you will: They Might Be Giants, Tom Waits, and Stephin Merritt have a lovechild. After incubating in the fertile musical womb of Philadelphia, it comes bursting onto the scene as a three headed monster of awesomeness called Sweetheart Parade.

Sweetheart Parade mixes in equal parts melancholy and beauty. Lead singer Joshua Britton bares his soul with his moody yet strangely entrancing voice. They foster an appealing symbiotic relationship between emotion and art.

To put it bluntly, Sweetheart Parade has a sound that can reach into your soul and demand your full attention.

Mixing alt-country style slide guitars, dark Morrissey-esque lead vocals and soulful backing vocals, they take their unique sound and refined it to a perfect balance. Every part just works. The droning bass line of “Backyard” mixes in with the slide guitar while the countryish backbeat carries it all along. It’s a common thread throughout all their songs. A lot of bands try to diversify their sound, but often just barely get by. It’s rare when somebody appears to really get it. They just get it.

And for that they deserve mention in this entry of “Hidden Talent.”

Sweetheart Parade’s new album Sings Like A Priest drops September 27th. Until then, you can catch the band live (dates below)…if you’re lucky enough to live in the Philadelphia area.

Tracklisting:
01. Wren
02. Sings Like A Priest
03. Backyard
04. Shovel
05. Slow Heart Snowfall
06. Crooked Crow
07. Lay Waste
08. Yven

Tour Dates:
Sep 12 – Dawson / Philadelphia (w/ The Broken Prayers)
Sep 20 – Fergie’s / Philadelphia (w/ Crow vs Lion + The Estelles)
Sep 27 – CD RELEASE SHOW at Puck / Doylestown (w/ Marc Silver + the Stonethrowers)
Sep 28 – Tin Angel / Philadelphia (w/ The Adam Monaco Band + Danie Ocean)
Oct 25 – Murph’s / Philadelphia (w/ Joe Duffey)
Nov 01 – House Concert / Philadelphia (w/ David Janes, The New Time, Crow vs Lion + The Estelles)
Nov 15 – Chaplin’s / Spring City (w/ The Mark DeRose Band)
Nov 22 – Johnny Brenda’s / Philadelphia (w/ Marc Silver, The New Time + papertrees)
Nov 29 - Fergie’s / Philadelphia (w/ TJ Kong + the Atomic Bomb)
Dec 06 – Murph’s / Philadelphia (w/ Jim Trainer)
Dec 20 – Fergie’s / Philadelphia
Jan 16 – Burlap + Bean / Newtown Square (w/ David Janes)

Sweetheart Parade: website | myspace