Lollapalooza 2006
Grant Park, Chicago, Illinois August 4th - August 6th
Review By Patrick Wilkins
Lollapalooza started out in the early 90s as a roving
bunch of ‘alternative’ bands travelling cross country as one bill, playing
city after city, but for the last couple of years its stationed itself
solely in Chicago and grown into a three day festival. Grant Park is
the venue, sandwiched between Lake Michigan and one of the most
breathtaking cityscapes in the world, it is a stunning setting. The
park is about a mile long, at each end is a large open field. Each of
these fields has two big stages facing each other, when a band plays on
one, the other get set up for the next band. No camping allowed on
site. In the walk between the two main fields is some much needed
shade, several smaller stages, for ‘lesser’ bands, for kids, for comedy
etc., plus the food/drink/trinkets stuff. The first thing you notice
considering the rebel indie credentials of this festival is that it is
very corporate, everything is sponsored to the absolute hilt, so we have
the Bud Light Stage, the AT & T stage, the Playstation stage, and so
on. This is not a celebration of the dissenting counterculture. No food or
alcohol is allowed to be brought in so the concession stands are
guaranteed to rake in the dollars. The big fields have little or no
shade, when the sun shines you bake, like all out door festivals you are
at the mercy of the weather. Somewhere between 60,000 and 70,000 people
showed up each day. FRIDAY Deadboy and The Elephantmen -
Adidas Champs Stage First saw this band at SXSW this year, they played that as a White Stripes format two piece, singer-guitarist Dax Riggs, and drummer Tessie Brunet, now they have expanded to include a full time bass player. The set mostly featured the uptempo numbers from the record ‘ We Are The Night Sky’, with some new songs in the same vein. Filling out with bass meant a bigger sound than the two-piece, songs such as the excellent ‘Ancient Man’ benefited considerably. Dax Riggs seems to have grown in confidence since the Austin show, and was thumping out the riffs and singing with a definite swagger. Songs wander from rock blues to Bowie glam, nothing startling but a fine kick off. http://www.deadboyandtheelephantmen.com/ In passing – So left Deadboy and the Elephantmen before the close of their set to get to the other end of the park for Brit garage popsters, the Subways. En route took in a couple of songs by Midlake, which called to mind an indie rock Rumours era Fleetwood Mac, now that doesn’t suggest ‘good’, but it wasn’t bad at all. Also caught one song by Austin band The Sound Team, they have a reputation as magpies lifting from many of the usual suspects, but this sounded fine to me, a Strummer type vocal, over an almost soul backing. http://midlake.net http://www.myspace.com/soundteam The Subways – AT&T
Stage This was not fine, in fact it was rather horrible. The first thing to note was that outdoor festival horror where the only thing you can hear is the ‘thuk thuk thuk’ of the snare drum. The Brit three piece played with a lot of enthusiasm, swore a lot, which always goes down well, no I don’t know why either, then the singer/guitarist did the Bono gantry climbing deal. Why bands think this is interesting Im not sure. Their garage pop sounded a bit lost in this large arena, they drew a big crowd though. http://www.thesubways.net/ In passing - Saw a couple of songs by Makeshifte a metal pop band in the vein of Hawthorne Heights, playing one of the smaller stages. This was unintentionally funny as the band were in full stadium mode, the singer shouting things like 'OK Chicago I wanna see all your hands!' at about 20 sniggering people. http://www.myspace.com/makeshifte
The Ms – AMD
Stage This very bright local band were playing on one of the smaller stages thankfully in the shade, that alone made it popular, their hardcore fans were also out in force. Expanded from their usual 4 piece with a horn section, backing singers and strings, the songs really had an added punch. Singer Josh Chicoine was suitably attired for the hot sun in a cream linen suit, very elegant! The songs, though compared to bands like the New Pornographers and Spoon, have a bit more power pop in them than that would suggest, plus a touch of 60s British Invasion. ‘Future Women’ was particularly good. A very strong set. They will surely break big soon. http://www.the-ms.com In passing – Headed off to get a good position for Ryan Adams, on the way caught a couple of songs by Canadians Stars. Very twee indie pop, Belle and Sebastian, Saint Etienne, and all that. Floated off largely unnoticed into the blue sky. Eels on the other hand were in full on rock mode, Mark Everett dumping the country gent look of the last tour for his ‘Souljacker’ persona, songs went on forever in extended aggressive feedback and riff laden jams, so none of the singalong poppier stuff. A ‘never know what you’ll get’ artist, which funnily enough brings us to another one – http://www.arts-crafts.ca/stars/ http://www.eelstheband.com/ Ryan Adams – Bud Light
Stage Ryan strolled on stage in the bright hot sun,
resplendent in a ‘Love A Nurse Today’ red T shirt, the 4 piece Cardinals
behind him. This is the setlist played: What Sin Replaces Love Please Do Not Let Me Go Dear Chicago Peaceful Valley Expressway To Your Skull (Sonic Youth) He's Gone (Grateful Dead) Hickory Wind (Gram Parsons) Cold Roses Wharf Rat (Grateful Dead) Shakedown on 9th Franklin's Tower (Grateful Dead) So you can see Ryan wasn’t in the mood to play his own
songs, three Dead covers for a start. Even his own material was
Deaded up, so much so that some was barely recognisable. ‘Dear Chicago’,
an inevitable inclusion, became a faster, twangier, country foot tapper,
it worked well, and was shorter than everything else in the set by some
distance. ‘I See Monsters’ was totally different from the recorded
version, a hard rock, riff heavy version that ran the set way over time,
which probably had other performers and organisers spitting and swearing.
We also were treated to a random Ryan ramble about eggs and getting served
eggs after 11am. The funny part of this was that the show has a
signing person for the deaf at the right of the stage, so she translated
the lyrics as they were sung and tried to keep up with Ryan’s stream of
consciousness rant. During his nonsensical muttering a helicopter
passed overhead, ‘It’s the Egg Police’ says Ryan, ‘But the yolk’s on
them’, the poor woman shrugged and admitted defeat at this
point! The jam aspect of this set was less than enthralling, part of the reason being firstly that its all in the style of another band, and secondly that Ryan leads and the rest follow, surely to interest the crowd in a jam, the band members have to push each other on and each at least suggest taking the initiative. This didn’t happen and things really dragged at times. A fine ‘Shakedown on 9th' did help, but it wasn’t a great set, and I got burnt to lobster red for that! http://www.ryan-adams.com/ Sleater-Kinney – Adidas Champs Stage Now the plan was to see the Raconteurs after Ryan then
the final performance (outside their hometown) of the fabulous
Sleater-Kinney. That would have involved a hike right to the other
end of the park and back again, thus jeopardising a decent viewing spot
for the last time I would see my favourite current band, which, after all,
is one of the main reasons I am here (their goodbye shows are in Portland,
August 11th and 12th) after which they are on ‘indefinite hiatus’), so
forget it Jack and Brendan! Instead I heard the reverb soaked warbling of
My Morning Jacket from the other side of the field. Sleater-Kinney
were introduced by ubiquitous scenester Beatle Bob who invited us to
‘Twist and shout with Sleater-Kinney!’. The band kick off with bubbling
guitars and wild drums that lead into the downward spiralling riff of ‘The
Fox’. Despite the fact the New York Times said the venue was made
for ‘the wrangling, fervent, charged up dissonances of Sleater-Kinney’ the
sound wasn’t great, possibly due to the fact I was close to the stage.
Corin Tucker’s vocals should threaten at least your eardrums, if not your
very existence, but didn’t here, the show simply wasn’t loud enough.
This is a band whose sonic attack can pin you to the wall like a howling
gale, but that aspect was missing, it did improve in time, but not by
enough to really detonate. There was some tension in the air, true fans desperate to see the
band for one more time, interspersed with casual tourists looking for
their ‘I was there’ medal. Given the nature of the show it was bound
to be emotional for band and fans alike. The fans bellowed along
with every word and cheered every move. Carrie Brownstein is not
only an extraordinarily inventive guitar player but is also tremendous to
watch, high kicks, leaps and windmill arms emphasise thumping chords and
blazing solos, she is so completely engrossed in the glorious racket she
makes, you daren’t look away. The
set covered all but one song from ‘The Woods’ plus a few classics from
earlier records like the clever, multi faceted, ‘Sympathy’, and the deep
cutting riffs of ‘Light Rail Coyote’ both from ‘One Beat’. The set really
takes off with ‘Modern Girl’ a sing along song which the crowd completely
steals, this runs straight into the powerhouse crunch of ‘Lets Call It
Love’. In contrast to the earlier Ryan Adams show, Sleater-Kinney show how
jamming should be done, with each band member egging the others on. Janet
Weiss’s drumming is a blur of brilliant meshing rhythms that the guitars
build over, teasingly she hints at, then fully breaks into, the cascading
introduction of ‘Entertain’, Carrie spitting out a venomous vocal, Corin
adding piercing backing. These three songs together show why this band will be so desperately missed, it’s the driving-towards-the-clifftop-and-the-brakes-have-gone beauty of it all. Set closer is a surrogate encore (encores are not allowed), it’s the crowd pleasing ‘Turn It On’ from ‘Dig Me Out’, and they are gone. That’s it. The crowd chant ‘One more song!’ over and over even though the kit is being dismantled. As Village Voice put it ‘Well, they're not breaking up because they started sucking’. Sleater-Kinney were never a band to rest on their laurels, so even if they had continued whatever happened next would not have been predictable, hopefully all three members of the band will reappear in new guises soon. We need them. http://www.sleater-kinney.com/ After Sleater-Kinney I could have seen Ween or Death Cab
For Cutie (who bid S-K a fond farewell from the other end of the field as
they came on), but they seemed insignificant and offered no comfort in my
emotional state, so I finished the day with a kebab instead.
SATURDAY
In passing-
The Saturday line up was a bit thin, but caught the end
of the set by The Go! Team from Brighton, they were playing the song from
Soccer AM, and that Beatle Bob guy was dancing with the singer, clearly a
party/good time sort of band, but I can’t imagine actually wanting to
listen to them. Pleasantly cloudy today, so no need to hide in the
shade.
http://www.thegoteam.co.uk
Built To Spill – Bud Light
Stage
Arguably the most off-putting thing about seeing Built
To Spill live is that leader Doug Martsch’s falsetto singing voice is
exactly like Neil Young’s, not ‘a bit like’, but exactly like, so that
takes a bit of adjusting to. While not quite being off-putting, another
thing is that, considering the band has a reputation as a good live act,
is there is not much going on visually, unless you’re a fan of facial
hair, so that leaves you with the music as the thing to concentrate
on. After a while of
acclimatising to the less than obvious intricate guitar patterns of this
band, the show really did start to draw you in. In amongst the subtle
constructions, every now and then, cropped up a few poppy power chords to
add a bit of variety. Like the beards, they slowly grow on you, a fine
performance.
http://www.builttospill.com/
In passing-
Checked out Wolfmother while eating an Italian Beef
sandwich. This band has the
reputation of having reinvented 70s metal for the 00s. But they haven’t, they just play
it very very badly, like a Uriah Heep tribute band. Nice sandwich
though.
http://www.wolfmother.com/
Calexico – Adidas Champs
Stage
Arrived at Calexico during their cover of Love’s ‘Alone
Again Or’, what a wonderful thing to hear on a sunny afternoon! Though the last record was of more
introspective and thoughtful songs, this set was full of mariachi spirit
with two trumpets blasting away, guests wandering in and out, vocals
switching between English and Spanish, very pleasant. Leader Joey Burns was in cheerful
spirits which added to the feel good factor the music encouraged. Though many of the crowd were
getting into the Latin rhythms and clearly enjoying themselves, this
wasn’t all that well attended, it was easy to get very near the front even
after a late arrival. The set
finished a few minutes early with mumblings of equipment failure. Footnote
– Calexico drummer John Convertino was last seen on this stage watching
the Sleater-Kinney show from the wings.
http://www.casadecalexico.com/
Sonic Youth – Bud Light Stage (and The Double
Door)
The plan next was to watch Sonic Youth, but a friend got
us on the guest list for a club show that night at the Double Door (best
known to non Chicagoans as the club in High Fidelity where John Cusack
does his DJ comeback at the end with Jack Black’s band, Sonic Death
Monkey), so I only saw snippets of the festival show from a distance. Now I have to own up that Sonic
Youth, one of those seminal bands often cited as an influence, have
managed to pass me by. I know roughly what they sound like and I know they
made important records, but I’ve never consciously listened to them. That’s going to have to be sorted
out because they really are rather good. For a band with a reputation for
‘no wave’ noise and experimentation their current sound is more
conventional than you might expect, this is no doubt partly due to the
fact that what was once ‘out there’ has been diluted by time and imitation
to become the norm, and that their recent work, including this years
‘Rather Ripped’, is considered as relatively mainstream sounding as a band
like this can get. The Double
Door, capacity about 500, was packed, tickets had been not sold, but given
to competition winners from a local radio station. Sonic Youth came on
stage well after midnight, to an understandably enthusiastic
reception. The band are good
to watch and considering both Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon must be around
50, they both put a lot of energy into the performance, a projected
backdrop adding to the visual interest. Some songs verged on almost poppy,
others showed their New York roots with hints of the Velvet Underground
and Television. There were sections of noise and feedback jamming, with
Thurston hunched over his guitar dragging out din while Kim Gordon’s arms
were swaying above her head interrupting the light projected images, but
proceedings never lost focus.
The late hour however did affect my enjoyment, this stuff can be
hard work!
http://www.sonicyouth.com/
Flaming Lips – Bud Light
Stage
A popular choice, I don’t know how many people could fit
into this field, but you’d have to guess at least 25 of the 60 odd
thousand capacity showed up for this. There were giant aliens and
spacemen, confetti streamers, dancing Father Christmases, dancing alien
women, and loads of big blue beach ball sized balloons that bounced around
the crowd for the whole show. Then at the start main Lip, Wayne Coyne, did
some crowd surfing in a big plastic bubble. As well as all that there was some
music. Wayne Coyne was one of
the few performers to directly mention political issues, with a couple of
anti Bush comments, and the suggestion that if everyone sings along to the
song ‘Free Radicals’ it will not only stop the traffic on Lakeshore Drive,
but will stop Israel destroying Lebanon, the crowd reaction was fairly
indifferent to this sort of statement, but it may at least have raised the
awareness level of some.
Large portions of the audience were clearly present for the circus
element of the show and lost interest during the pesky musical
interludes. As you might
expect there were songs from the newest record ‘At War With The Mystics’
of which, in particular, the hooks of ‘The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song’ certainly
got through. Wayne dedicated a song to Sleater-Kinney so got some points
for that. A visually spectacular but musically OK performance. I was never one for the
circus.
http://www.flaminglips.com/main.php
SUNDAY
The Redwalls – Bud Light
Stage
The Redwalls are a local band and though allotted one of
the big stages they clearly don’t have a huge following as for once there
was plenty of room. They are
a band of two halves, one half is pure Beatles the other half is filtered
Beatles via Oasis. One of the
singer/guitarists had even adopted the Gallagher swagger, which was quite
funny to watch. They have
played with Oasis apparently so had a first hand chance to pick up some
tricks. There were hints of
other Britpop bands in some songs, notably the Verve, while others were
pure 60s British Invasion.
http://www.theredwalls.com/
Catfish Haven – BMI Stage
Another local band who for this performance were
expanded from their normal three piece with backing singers, brass, and
all sorts. They play a highly
listenable soul-rock mix.
Singer George Hunter has a terrific gravelly soul voice, capable of
conveying much emotion, Joe Cocker being the obvious reference. Slight garage rock hints came
though the pure soul from time to time, and the band were tight as
hell. It may be that the
sound is too derivative to make records exciting, that’s something they’ll
have to work on, but as a live act they’ve got it. Great to
watch.
http://www.catfishhaven.com/
The Hold Steady – Q101 Stage
The surprise
hit of the weekend. I have
the last record ‘Separation Sunday’ but I hadn’t really got into it, the
vocal style of front man Craig Finn being the sticking point. He doesn’t so much sing, as rant
stream of consciousness short stories that have more than a suggestion of
Springsteen about them, also less obviously a bit of Shane MacGowan.
Craig
is much easier to like on stage than on record, as ordinary looking as a
B&Q shelf stacker, he’s a ball of energy firing out his crazed beat
poet lyrics with a big grin and accompanying frantic actions, in fact it
would be a challenge for even the grumpiest curmudgeon not to enjoy this
band live. As well as Craig
Finn’s antics, guitar player Tad Kubler is also a star performer, slinging
out riffs and zippy solos, all very sharp and economic, he has a neat
trick too where he flings his Les Paul round his body and it lands back in
his hands at exactly the right time to thump out the next chord. At times
I was reminded of both Marah and Slobberbone, one song sounded like
Slobberbone’s 'Bright Eyes Darkened', so that’s a good start. The band,
now New York based, have Minneapolis connections and have drawn some
Westerberg/Replacements influences in too. Craig Finn’s lyrics are littered
with place names and tales of the broke down and busted, from ‘Stevie Nix’
‘You came into the ER drinking gin from a jam jar, the nurses making jokes
about ER being like an after bar’, and the ending of 'Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night'
has the line 'They had cigarettes where their eyes should’ve been' Craig
doing this little dance where he makes a smoking gesture and then points
at his eyes, he did it for quite a while doing a jig and chuckling to
himself, you couldn’t help laughing. An outstanding show, somebody get
this band over here!
http://www.theholdsteady.com/
In passing-
So during The Hold Steady set the sun reappeared in full
force, so I had to skip Ben Kweller so go get some clothes to cover
up! Caught a couple of songs
of the Shins in passing. I
saw this band in London a couple of years ago, after ‘Chutes Too Narrow’
came out, didn’t like their prog-pop then and this brief encounter did
nothing to change that. One
band member was attempting to kick beach balls into the crowd, he was
clearly not a student of the beautiful game, geeks to the
core!
http://www.theshins.com/
Reverend Horton Heat - Playstation
Stage
I dumped the Shins to see the Rev., definitely a good
move. It’d be interesting to see the sales figures from the neighbouring
bar tents while the Rev. played since this was top-notch beer drinking
music! Now the Rev. knows how to put a show together and blasted out his
brand of psychobilly rock’n’roll like Motorhead playing Chuck Berry, it
was impossible not to have all your extremities twitching along. Some
songs were covers, a fine ‘Fulsom Prison Blues’ for example, others
originals, like the frantic ‘Indigo Friends’ and the thunderous hangover
anthem ‘Callin’ In Twisted’.
For the last third of the set it was audience requests only and
there was plenty of suggestions, stand out of these was ‘Bales Of
Cocaine’. The Revs guitar playing was faultless, razor edged classic
rock’n’roll, coloured with twang, blues and old school metal, backed by a
top notch rhythm section too.
A great live performer.
http://www.reverendhortonheat.com/
Wilco – Bud Light Stage
After the Rev. it was time to take up position for
Wilco, being local heroes space was going to be at a premium. It was a
great setting to see the band, the late afternoon sun gleaming between the
towering skyscrapers to the left of the stage, the current picture on the
opening page of Wilco’s website (link below) illustrates this. Here’s the setlist
-
Shot in the
Arm
Impossible Germany
(new)
I Am Trying to Break Your
Heart
What Light
(new)
The Late
Greats
Handshake
Drugs
Via Chicago
Let's Fight
(new)
War on War
Jesus, etc.
Heavy Metal
Drummer
Walken (new)
I'm the Man Who Loves
You
Hummingbird
So a few new
songs in there, but they didn’t jar against the rest of the set
particularly, so maybe the band feel they have found a level. Starting with a favourite like
‘Shot In The Arm’ was a good move as the big crowd were straight into the
mood, punching the air and shouting along with the ‘Bloodier than blood!’
line. Jeff Tweedy in straw
hat and bright green jacket, seemed in a good mood and later in the set
revealed it was his wedding anniversary, as a rather embarrassed looking
Mrs Tweedy was shown on the big video screen! The band then played ‘I’m
The Man Who Loves You’ which was clearly appropriate! The setting did have an effect on
the perception of the performance as certain lines leapt out of the songs
like ‘Im hiding out in the big city blinking’ from ‘I Am
Trying to Break Your Heart’ and particularly a couple of lines from
‘Jesus, etc.’ ‘Tall buildings shake, voices escape singing sad sad songs’
and ‘Skyscrapers are scraping together’, you couldn’t help but look around
you at those points. After the good start the set dawdled a little, it
picked up with ‘The Late Greats’, a very fine ‘Handshake Drugs’ and the
clearly popular ‘Via Chicago’.
The ‘A Ghost Is Born’ show I saw in London, and even the ‘Yankee
Hotel Foxtrot’ show before it, both suffered from firstly a miserable
Tweedy, and secondly from a band intent on discordant jamming which for me
was to the detriment of the songs, this didn’t happen here. The Tweedy was more like the one
that played solo in London last November, and though there were bursts of
jarring noise it was both brief and appropriate in adding rough textures
to the generally smooth sound. Some in the audience were vocal in their
disappointment that nothing from ‘Being There’ or ‘AM’ showed up, but with
the band clearly keen to try new numbers and only an hour time slot I
don’t see they had too much to complain about. From a personal point of view,
after this positive showing I’m back on board with live
Wilco.
http://www.wilcoworld.net/
It took a while to escape from the big Wilco
crowd, and Broken Social Scene finished just as I arrived at the other end
of the park, but I must say what great fans! Like the crowd after the
Sleater-Kinney show, they clapped, shouted and chanted for more even
though the stage was being emptied.
They continued to do this right up and till the moment the Red Hot
Chili Peppers were announced at the other end of the field, at which point
they left en masse. Respect!
I followed them. I’m not sure Id do a repeat Lollapalooza visit,
but overall a good bash.
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