Governors Ball 2013 – You’re Doing Great Stage Preview Governors Ball 2013 – You’re Doing Great Stage Preview

govballyouIt’s nice when a festival takes the time to remind us (one and all) just how gosh darn terrific we are. Because, facts is facts…WE’RE THE BEST! Seriously, who the hell is better than us? None! How, exactly, did we get so awesome? WHO CARES! It’s just good to finally be appreciated for the wonder of us is all. It happens so rarely nowadays. WE DESERVE OUR OWN STAGE! And we have it so let’s sit back, be appreciated and consider all the bands the Good Gov has deemed worthy of our person and/or persons whether they be sunny or somber or pop, folk, vague and experimental, down home, Aussie or baroque. Set times are as approximate as ever. Rockit.

Friday, June 7th!

12:45-1:30 – Solid Gold – If these boys were better at shaving, they’d be the Brett Easton Ellis house band. Take that as you will.

2:15-3:00 – Polica – Lush, wavering, somber electric dance momvements. How the hell does that even happen? This is a Liz band in a big way. They (she?) have (has?) a new witchy disco track with Justin Vernon called “Tiff” because that’s what’s doing these days.

3:45-4:45 – Best Coast – I’m beginning to wonder if my hardon for hating Best Coast is perhaps a bit unjustified. I mean, what have they ever done to me? Sure, they tied in with Wavves to copulate on the privileged white kid summer of drugs thing and their last record was titillating as a tooth pick but it’s not like they gave me shingles or anything. I mean, they can’t, can they?

5:45-6:45 – Local Natives – When I think of this band, I only think of Pitchfork and bummer girls who dress like Drew Barrymore which is a downer of the nth degree but their music has more muscle than I’d assumed even though I’m not so loving on the harmonies or the Silver Lake moustaches. That’s my home town you’re representing, kids. Don’t fuck with it.

8:00-9:30 – Beach House – I enjoyed Beach House in the way a lonely man might enjoy the tail spin of a fever dream into a bathtub full of milk which is to say with shocking rarity and a debilitating sense of malaise but when I saw that short film they did, playing out in the desert sunrise to sunset for no one I started to get some of their glory.

Saturday, June 8th!

12:45-1:30 – The Rubens – The Boss hand picked this band to tour with him when he was doing his thing down under. Aussie soul parading blues. I don’t know, dude.

2:15-3:00 – MS MR – I’m not sure why I really wanted to like this band but I did and their unapologetically dramatic take on the FM pop bash is certainly something worth considering but the fact that they like to cover Patrick Wolf and the fucking cheerleaders puking glitter in this video are more than enough to take me home and do unspeakable things to my spirit.

3:45-4:45 – Dirty Projectors – If this band tried any harder, they’d turn into a fucking black hole and suck us all down into the quantum foam of self-loathing Zappa denying prog rockers who think it’s funny to turn Black Flag’s canon into a overpixelated headache. Fuck New Haven.

5:45-6:45 – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros – Wait. WAIT! I get it now. Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros are a white man’s Arrested Development. (wipes hands. exits room. scene.)

8:00-9:30 – Animal Collective – Every generation deserves their own Pink Floyd.

Sunday, June 9th!

12:45-1:30 – Roadkill Ghost Choir – Pretty slumping country from Florida folk. I wish this band was as weirdo tough as their name. I’ll get mine someday.

2:15-3:00 – Steel Pulse – I hate reggae.

3:45-4:45 – Deerhunter – I once saw Deerhunter play CMJ and after the gig I snuck backstage to find the band shitfaced, surrounded by mountains of empty aluminum Bud bottles and then Bradford Cox climbed into a freezer and started screaming about how much he missed his mom. I kinda love them.

5:45-6:45 – Beirut – In my mind, Beirut is just a lonely dude in a cardigan wandering Marseilles with a flugelhorn. I have been informed that they are so much more. I am looking forward to the learning experience.

8:20-9:30 – The xx – I’m actually kind of fascinating how a band can become so successful without showing the slightest hint of interest in dynamic. Seriously. How the fuck is mumble crooning over outmoded heart monitors with the periodic whisper of guitar a thing that people flock rabidly towards? What the hell ever happened to “If it’s too loud, you’re too old”? Ugh.

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