Have you ever attended a music festival in a shopping mall? We just did. After its rainy debut at Atlanta’s blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Masquerade Music Park (in conjunction with the Historic Fourth Ward), Shaky Knees Festival moved things over to the concrete sprawl of the city’s outdoor mall, Atlantic Station. It’s a little weird upon first arrival, especially given the faux small town atmosphere (think Mayberry meets the Mall of Americas, only with a Publix), but when you look up at the dark skies and down at the concrete, you begin to realize it’s better than a muddy field. Sort of.
This year marked the second installment of Shaky Knees, and founder Tim Sweetwood went bigger without overstepping his vision, expanding from two days to three. Headliners The National, Modest Mouse, and Alabama Shakes, supported by Spoon, The Replacements, and Violent Femmes, respectively, retained the rugged alt-folk spirit that made last year’s debut so special to Southern audiences. Read: Zero EDM acts were on the lineup. And in a year where Calvin Harris and Skrillex are headlining Austin City Limits, that’s a key factor to note.
The festival anticipated 18,000 attendees, over double what their previous year drew, proving that there’s still a market for more niche festivals opposed to the genre-spanning Big Four and its accompanying junior competition. The weird thing is that because of the location, Shaky Knees had a very sterile feel. Sure, you could see the Atlanta skyline, the parking was plentiful, and the nearby stores provided an agreeable escape during the rain, but… there was something lost in the scenery. Bottom line: A parking lot will always look like a parking lot.
Photo by Josh Terry
That’s a big problem in the South, where the sun can be an unforgivable beast. As Sunday’s bright blue skies proved, the entire area quickly turns into one giant frying pan, capturing the heat until the evening rolls in. There just wasn’t any shelter from the sun all day, and unlike similar shadeless conditions at Coachella in Indio, CA, setting up shop on the asphalt (as opposed to, say, grass or turf) is about as comfortable as switching on the heater in Miami come July.
Having said that, there was plenty to applaud about the setup. The stages were close enough without any irritating bleed-through, the local food trucks were accessible depending on the time, and there wasn’t an aggravating glut of corporate sponsorship, either. Stages were labeled after Atlanta’s iconic streets, and while Dos Equis and Red Bull were obvious benefactors, they were hardly intrusive. In other words, no lackeys were schilling their product or begging you to take free swag.
In fact, the festival even made an amicable effort to pry your eyes off Atlantic Station’s surrounding logos for Old Navy, Dillard’s, BB&T, et al. A hillside Shaky Knees sign became a popular Instagram spot all weekend, large electronic lightning bolts flashed throughout, while a row of trees between the four stages turned magical by nightfall with drizzling white lights. Though, if they really wanted to capitalize on the space, they could have plucked that over-the-top ferris wheel awkwardly installed outside the Waffle House around Centennial Olympic Park.
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Really, Shaky Knees is an experience worth championing, especially if Sweetwood maintains his vision and staves off the temptation to move tickets with the “button-pushers.” The South could use a guaranteed event like this each year, and the overjoyed attendees that sang and screamed and demanded for more all weekend might agree. Here’s hoping it goes the way of Hangout and avoids the pitfalls of expansion that Langerado suffered years back. Our advice for next year? Two words: Tom Petty.
Best Wake-Up Call
Blood Red Shoes
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“It’s not too early for whisky, eh?” That was vocalist and drummer Steven Ansell. He’s a Brit, from Brighton actually, and although he’s a tad on the pretty side, he goes well with vocalist and guitarist Laura-Mary Carter, who’s also a Brit, from the same area, and unbelievably attractive. Set against Kentucky’s Sleeper Agent, UK export Blood Red Shoes warmed up the amps over at the Peachtree Stage by turning every yawning festivalgoer’s ears to putty. Think Death From Above 1979 + The Distillers + 1993 rock and you’ll swallow them whole. Their latest record, Fire Like This, was modeled after Nirvana’s In Utero, and it shows: “An Animal”, “The Perfect Mess”, and “Welcome Home” all sound like offspring of “Scentless Apprentice”, “Serve the Servants”, or “Very Ape”. It’s a more refined style of “grunge”, but a squeeze of alternative worth relishing, if only for its sleek, sexy overtones that The Dead Weather seemingly perfected half a decade ago. (Has it really been that long? Shit.) Old cut “I Wish I Was Someone Better” is a solid introduction and even elicited some skanking from a few youngins visibly hungry for whatever they saw on their brother’s VHS copy of Hype!. If only there were more of them; someday, perhaps. –Michael Roffman
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Philadelphia-based four-piece The Districts graced the tiny Boulevard Stage for a mid-afternoon set. They’re relative newcomers, with only a self-titled EP and a limited run self-released 2012 LP to their name. But where their recorded songs occasionally lack bite, live the band is fiery, with songs that are fully realized, lived-in, and danceable. They’re natural performers. Lead singer Rob Grote’s raw energy made him one of the most memorable frontmen of the entire weekend. The band went through songs like “Long Distance”, “Lyla”, and fan-favorite folksy “Funeral Beds”, which featured a Dylan-esque harmonica and a cathartic finale. However, the highlight came during the closer, “Young Blood”. It’s an as-yet-unreleased track that clocks in around 10 minutes. It recalls Built to Spill, with a spastic guitar freak-out towards the end along with Grote’s gravelly howls. The band got so into it that they managed to knock down a couple mics while flailing around. Considering the blossoming hoards of head-bobbing festivalgoers filing in as they were walking by, The Districts deservedly won many new fans. –Josh Terry
Worthiest Rain Set
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Considering last year’s muddy fiesta, the weather was on the minds and lips of every attendee all weekend. Yet before the ponchos were snatched away from every store at Atlantic Station, Philadelphia’s experimental outfit Man Man commanded a wild ‘n’ wet set that saw the audience embrace the rain gods and the band, well, treat May 9th like Halloween. Vocalist Honus Honus (Ryan Kattner) went through about five wardrobe changes, though he started with a king’s cape, which was fitting because that’s exactly how he appeared throughout the hour-long jamboree as he jumped to and from his organ. His brethren — Pow Pow (Christopher Powell), Brown Sugar (Adam Schatz), and Shono (Bryan Murphy) — worked through brass, percussion, guitars, bass, everything you could think of as they brought to life much of last year’s underrated On Oni Pond. Oh, they were also all wearing skeleton costumes, sort of like this without the facepaint, and their gear looked like a box of Yikes pencils. “Loot My Body” brought about the best in Honus Honus, but “Piranhas Club” kept everyone warm and bubbly during the hard rain. It made the lack of Rabbit Habits material forgivable. –Michael Roffman
This Charming Band
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One of Shaky Knees’ many charms is that while it’s growing, it’s still pretty small. With four stages divided into two main areas, it’s incredibly walkable (unless it’s Saturday night right before Modest Mouse), and it’s easy to hear new music and walk up to check out an unknown band. Here’s where PHOX comes in. Though the band has yet to release their self-titled debut album (which they recorded at Justin Vernon’s home studio), the seven-piece still drew a sizable crowd at the Boulevard stage. If they hadn’t broadcasted their Baraboo, Wisconsin, roots, it would’ve been easy to guess with their humble Midwestern charm and earnest brand of ornate folk-pop numbers. Fronted by Monica Martin, who sings like a more soulful St. Vincent, the band previewed songs from their forthcoming debut. They gave off infectious enthusiasm, especially during their single “Slow Motion”, during which the audience joyfully clapped along. On one song, their guitarist sang lead, causing swoons and cheers. As charming and attractive as they are, it’s incredibly easy to root for them. When Martin dedicated the final song, “Espeon”, to her sister and said, “Yes, it’s based off the Pokemon,” it was an adorable and fitting end to the young band’s promising set. –-Josh Terry