Are those birds singing already, or are my ears chirping?
There were two main causes for this confusion:
As I lay myself down on the couch at the Beat in the sweltering nighttime heat I felt like my hearing was gone for good. It was still loud, invading my thoughts, felt like metal cockroaches or ants or some sort of insect had crawled into my ears and walked around on the drums with spikes instead of insect legs and punctured tiny holes in them.
It didn't hurt per se, it was just distracting.
I was actually sort of enjoying it. It isn't every day that something blasts you so hard that you have to spend the entire 24 hours processing it just to appreciate what you just heard or saw.
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Two extensive reviews on the Pitchfork Festival: Day One; Day Two. I would write my own, but these guys seem to have seen more than I did.
I will, however, give you a list of what I liked and did not like as much from the bands that I did see (no order other than the broad classifications they are under):
awesome:
-Mission of Burma (pictured at top)
-The Futureheads
-Ted Leo (pictured at bottom)
-Yo La Tengo
-Jens Lekman
good:
-Os Muntantes
-Tapes n Tapes
alright:
-Destroyer
-Mountain Goats
-The Walkmen
-Silver Jews
-Art Brut
not that great (or just really fucking bad, I can't decide):
-Devandra Bandhart
-Liars
