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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.