Lollapalooza 2015 Festival Review: From Worst to Best

Spotty rain, surreal lightning, and mighty winds were no match for Chicago's Grant Park


    This Lollapalooza 2015 coverage is presented by the JVC XX Elation

    JVCKenwood_Lolla XX v1It’s weird: Ten years ago, Lollapalooza found a new home in Chicago’s Grant Park, and the whole festival atmosphere felt so fresh and exciting. Now, it’s second nature. The pre-gaming starts Thursday night, the following three days whiz on by, the cleanup begins, next year’s dates are announced, speculation heats up, a headliner surfaces, those two-weekend rumors pop up again (only to be quickly squashed), another headliner leaks, and finally, the full lineup drops. No matter who’s on the poster — it could be The Cure or Kings of Leon or Lady Gaga or Paul McCartney, whatever — people moan and groan and smash their keys in anger. It’s all for naught, though, because the damn thing sells out in five minutes anyhow.

    Times have certainly changed since those salad days of 2005. What was once Perry Farrell’s traveling festival of alternative oddities has now instead become a lucrative global brand, thanks to thriving installments firmly established in Santiago, Chile, and São Paulo, Brazil, with two more on the way for Berlin, Germany, and Bogotá, Colombia. And considering that Live Nation has a controlling interest in C3 Presents, this aggressive expansion should only continue, which means, hey, maybe we’ll finally get that oft-rumored Lollapalooza Toronto. Or Lollapalooza Israel. Wouldn’t that be wild? Roger Waters could headline!



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    Jokes aside, there was something curiously nostalgic about this year’s Chicago installment. While it’s technically the 11th time Lollapalooza has taken over (and strangled) Grant Park, it’s actually been a clean 10 years since the fruitful partnership began. Walking around, I tried to remember that understated first year, back when only the south fields were in operation and acts like Weezer or Death Cab for Cutie could headline over Arcade Fire and The Killers. Late Saturday afternoon, I stood under the same friendly trees behind the Sprint stage, where I watched the madness ensue around me, recalling a time when there were four stages blasting music at hour-long intervals and the record heat was keeping everyone away from Ben Kweller.

    Squint hard enough and you can still see fragments of that era in today’s festivities. It’s just bigger, louder, and overstuffed with younger audiences starved for every “button-pushing” act at that one-time little tent called Perry’s. Some might also argue there’s an assault of corporatization, and they’d be right, but that might not necessarily be a bad thing. Late Friday evening, Contributing Editor Philip Cosores remarked on how the glut of corporate sponsors wasn’t offensive enough to detract from the bolder and more useful amenities on site. The food’s more affordable and diverse than most destination festivals, the security’s startlingly efficient and effective, and there’s an arguably strong commitment to everyone from GA to VIP to Press.


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    One of the reasons I’m always drawn to Lollapalooza is because it’s so synonymous with Consequence of Sound. This site wouldn’t exist without that make-it-or-break-it year in Grant Park. The brand’s Chicago resurrection came with a lively message board that connected me with my colleague and partner Alex Young, and the rest is as you see it today. And so, each passing year feels like a new step we’re also taking. But, let’s be real: We’ve also changed drastically. We work with more and more sponsors each month, and we’ve expanded and experienced a variety of face lifts, too. There are always going to be ugly factors with regards to change, but I’d like to believe that change only works if the positives outweigh the negatives.


    Once again, Lollapalooza proved just that. Did the undercard suffer from having both Sir Paul McCartney and Metallica on the bill? Sure, but over 80,000 ecstatic fans walked out of the park singing “Hey Jude” or screaming “Master of Puppets” as they flooded the streets of downtown Chicago. Sure, that tense and unexpected evacuation was hardly ideal on Sunday afternoon, but somehow over 48,000 festival-goers and 4,000 staff, artists, and vendors were safely evacuated and then reentered into the park in under an hour. To their further credit, the organizers were even able to rearrange the splintered schedule and accommodate the early close in preparation for the next storm.

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    There’s something remarkable about this 10-year-long winning streak of Lollapalooza, even to a cynical dickhead like myself. Forgive me for getting a tad sentimental about the proceedings, but as someone who’s only missed one year in Grant Park — the great lineup of 2007, all because of a negligent landlord (it’s a long story) — I feel comfortable in saying I’ve seen all the ups and downs of this polarizing franchise. I’ll agree the festival’s long been removed from its original roots and will also contend that there’s something depressing about this, but for all of its radical changes, whether it’s the cheap assault of EDM or the Live Nation takeover, the honest echoes are still vibrant enough to keep considering this a must-see event.

    To paraphrase the weekend’s third headliner: “How Big, How Shrewd, How Beautiful.”

    –Michael Roffman


    Artist Who Benefitted Most From Their After-Show



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    ODESZA’s set got off to a promising start when the duo emerged wearing matching Chicago Bulls jerseys and was followed by the team’s official drumline. It was a bold move that played to local sports sympathies, and it succeeded in working the sweltering crowd into a fervor. As soon as the drumline dispersed, however, reality set in. ODESZA really has no business on any Lollapalooza stage not named Perry’s, as their music is only a few shades removed from EDM, and none of those shades are particularly interesting. Their hour-long set seemed interminable, and it didn’t help that the oontz-oontz beats acted like a siren song to all the worst kinds of bro. The drumline came back out for a viscerally satisfying conclusion, but it all boiled down to two great moments sandwiching a thick slice of crap. –Collin Brennan

    Most spontaneous on-stage marriage proposal

    White Sea


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    Okay, so no one actually got engaged on Saturday that I know of, but White Sea’s Morgan Kibby came close to wedding the BMI stage’s biggest hype man on the spot. “I’m so excited that you’re here,” said Kibby, and in response, a guy in matching Hawaiian shirt and cargo shirts nursing spiked Gatorade hollered back, “We’re so excited for you!”

    “I will marry you later,” Kibby promised, and her number one fan agreed: “I will marry you!”


    Kibby, who’s known for her vocal work with M83, strained a little sharp on her own songs’ high notes, but her anonymous fiancé cheered fiercely all the same. “Future baby daddy right here,” she said. I hope they’re very happy. –Sasha Geffen

    Most Overcrowded and Underplanned Stage

    Young Thug


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    For some reason, Thugger landed on the BMI stage on Friday evening. This doesn’t make sense because Young Thug has a bunch of hits, and hits draw fans, and fans take up space. The BMI stage is a shady grove to the east of Grant Park by the lake, and when Young Thug took the stage, the whole area got clogged up with a whole lot of people smoking weed. It seems that more than a few people were there to see if he would even show up, given his recent run-ins with the law, but show up he did to rap through tracks like “Stoner” and “Danny Glover”. It was a fun enough set if personal space isn’t really your thing and you like your secondhand smoke fresh and bountiful. –Sasha Geffen

    Cheapest Cover of Cheap Trick

    The New Pacific

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    The early afternoon slot on Friday is not particularly enviable, but The New Pacific brought all the energy they could muster to the sparse crowd at BMI. The Los Angeles band walked out to the tune of Kid Rock’s “Bawitdaba”, and lead singer Alec Strickland proceeded to punctuate every other verse with a cry of “Let’s go!” Sheer willpower, however, wasn’t enough to elevate an eight-song set of mostly ho-hum pop punk, and Strickland’s brief forays into the crowd were more clumsy than endearing. Ditto for the cover of Cheap Trick’s “Surrender”, which felt like a, well, cheap way to garner some Chicago-area good will. You can’t say anything bad about these guys’ gamesmanship, though. When Strickland broke a string mid-set, he had to duck behind the stage and grab his own backup while the rest of the band filled time. It was a nice reminder that not everyone playing at Lolla is a rock star, and some of these bands are still trying to make their own luck. –Collin Brennan

    Worst Pairing of Band and Festival


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    Brooklyn dream pop trio Wet didn’t bring super soakers like Mick Jenkins and his crew, but they still lived up to their name during a sleepy afternoon set. “Let me see you drink water,” singer Kelly Zutrau asked the crowd between songs, as underwater visuals played behind her band’s sparse setup. Wet’s version of R&B is a hypnotic one, highlighted by the interplay between Zutrau’s voice and Marty Sulkow’s slippery riffs. Everything’s drenched in reverb, as the genre’s rulebook dictates, and it makes for a contemplative listen that lends itself more to headphones than to a mid-day festival set. The Pepsi crowd was amped up after the back-to-back combo of Jenkins and human firework Raury, and Wet felt more like a wet blanket than a revelation. –Collin Brennan

    Most accurate simulation of literal hell


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    Evangelists warned me of eternal damnation as I made my way back through the gates to Perry’s stage Saturday evening. I had no idea I would get a glimpse of it so soon. Peter Rosenberg introduced DJ Carnage, and then the man himself lorded over us like Lucifer over stacks of flame-red screens. Jets of fire launched into the air, while people screamed and bodies writhed against bodies. Every time the beat dropped, the whole crowd jumped until we all sank one level further into the unholy deep. –Sasha Geffen

    Next on CBS: Big Stage, Small Band, Problematic Sound Guy

    Glass Animals


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    If this set was on the Pepsi stage, that would have been fine. Palladia? Overjoyed. But the Samsung Galaxy? Give me a break. Glass Animals has one album to date (see: 2014’s Zaba). And while they still managed to snag a fairly large crowd, the Oxford quartet was inevitably swallowed up by the amount of vacant space. Also, what the hell happened to the sound guy? Frontman Dave Bayley was hardly audible, and his lyrics came off as mostly gasps and moans, which is a damn shame given the guy’s vocal range. Still, their performance and cover of Kanye West’s “Love Lockdown” was as good, if not better, than their Triple J performance from last year. –Phillip Roffman

    Worst Bass Mix

    Charli XCX


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    Technical difficulties are nothing new at music festivals, but no Lolla platform has shittier sound than the Sprint stage (or whatever corporate moniker it’s slapped with on a given year). Facing the Field Museum and the Samsung Galaxy headliner stage, Sprint keeps the volume of nearly every band in a perpetual state of flux, with everything fading in and out with the wind. Bass remains the one exception to this rule, somehow staying consistently cranked and swamping everything else in the mix. This became a huge problem in the middle of Charli XCX’s set, when, during “Doing It”, her bass player repeatedly hit the same sour note in the chorus.

    It happens all the time — you think you’re playing the right note or chord, so you keep plunking away at it until it’s too late. But rarely is your mistake so loud that an entire baseball field can hear it. Outside of that, Charli XCX attacked her Sucker-heavy show with trademark club aggression, thrusting her hips, pumping her fists, and constantly working the crowd. But — and through no fault of her own, it’s worth noting — her charismatic showmanship ended up looking slight and silly when driven by such weak sonics, as if the whole thing was a static-barred TV show rather than an outdoor concert. –Dan Caffrey


    Worst Band Name!

    The War on Drugs

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    Note: This entry was written by 56-year-old guest reporter, Gunther Guthrie.

    Hey, hey, readers! It’s your old pal Gunther Guthrie, back on the music beat again after a successful first year of Lollapalooza coverage. Read about last year’s adventures here! First off, I want to thank Editor-in-Chief Michael Roffman for letting an old warhorse like me give his perspective on things. He’s a gentleman and a scholar (and a gentleman again, for that matter!), and I couldn’t thank him enough. Love ya, Mike!

    Alright, so first thing’s first. My bosses at Prudential wouldn’t let me leave work early, and I had to pick up my daughter Jordan from school so she could meet her friends at the festival (some stage called Perry’s — never heard of it!), so I didn’t get to Grant Park until pretty late. I knew from last year not to bring any suntan lotion, lest the gestapo that is Lollapalooza security make me unload my fanny pack, so I got in pretty quickly. But I still didn’t have any time to hit the media tent for a kobe slider or two. (The free food in the press area is the highlight of the festival, and I’m sad I wasn’t able to sample it on all three days. Oh well.)

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    The band Michael had assigned me to was some group called The War on Drugs. I remember these guys being at the A.V. Fest/Hideout Block Party last year, but the only war I got to see was the one waged between my bowels and the port-o-john after eating one too many funnel cakes. They sounded pretty good, but it was also hard to hear them over the loud music coming out of my body, if you get my drift.

    So yeah, I was excited to finally check these guys out.

    My excitement soon disappeared.

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    I actually liked the music — kind of like a trippier Dire Straits with Dylan singing — but I take huge issue with their band name. When I hear “The War on Drugs,” I think of an anti-drug band with a positive message for today’s youth. But the kids in the crowd were smoking up a storm. Seriously, it felt like a Cheech & Chong movie! I’m no square (remember, folks, my favorite band is Emerson, Lake & Palmer), but when you call your band The War on Drugs, you have an obligation to be a role model for your audience. And if The War on Drugs has such a message, it sure as heck isn’t getting through. The proof? Four boys in front of me who were no older than Jordan kept passing a joint back and forth and got really amped up during some song called “Red Eyes”?


    “Red Eyes”??? Hmmm. I think I know why frontman Adam Granduciel has red eyes, and it’s not from staying up too late either! Also, he’s dating the woman who played Jane on Breaking Bad. She watched him from the side of the stage, and with her dark sunglasses on, let’s just say that I have a feeling life is imitating art. This couple is clearly talented, but I’m worried for their future. So if you’re reading this, guys, please get in touch with CoS so I can get you some counseling. I’ve seen too many of the greats taken away too soon, and I don’t want to see you go down the same path. Love, Gunther –Gunther Guthrie

    Best Cover Band

    Hippo Campus


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    It’s funny that Hippo Campus comprises four youngsters from Minnesota. Their music couldn’t be further from the state’s trademark wintry confines. Welding together the sounds of Minus the Bear and Vampire Weekend, the outfit sounds like four laid-back bros from Key West, Florida, and they look like it, too. Early Saturday afternoon, over at the BMI stage, singer Jake Luppen bounced up and down from behind his microphone in an airy, flamboyant shirt. “We thought 10 people were gonna show up,” he admitted to the fairly large, energetic, and loving crowd, joking that he could see 11 fans out there. Hardly. No, they’re tapping into that mainstream indie audience that made Young the Giant such a novelty a couple years ago. They should do well for themselves in the months ahead — especially if “Suicide Saturday” takes off. –Michael Roffman

    Scariest Projections!

    A$AP Rocky


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    Note: This entry was written by 56-year-old guest reporter, Gunther Guthrie.

    Reader, I have a confession. I did a bad thing. A very bad thing.

    On Sunday night, I needed to find my daughter Jordan, who spent all weekend at this place called Perry’s (for my first mention of Perry’s, see my writeup on the inappropriately named band The War on Drugs). I wish I could have let her stay later, but her aunt and uncle were in town, and my wife, Gilda, was making her world-famous pot roast. It’s a long drive back to Arlington Heights, and we couldn’t miss it.

    So I finally found this place Perry’s, which was actually pretty easy to find because there is a big sign in front of it that says “Perry’s.” I walked in, and I gotta tell ya, it was something else. Think Sodom and Gomorrah but with more dust and half-naked teenagers. Basketball jerseys and Native-American halter tops and kids jiggling themselves everywhere. In other words, bad news.



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    Two clean-cut gentleman on stage spun records and emitted a bunch of heavy bass and Robocop farts (Seriously, this was the opposite of Sam Smith. These guys were not performers, but button pushers), and the crowd went wild, crying and vomiting, often at the same time! Needless to say, it was impossible to find Jordan.

    She’s a good kid, and I knew she’d make her way back home, but I was depressed. My little girl was growing up. I hung my head and walked out of Perry’s, when a nice young lad asked me if I’d like to buy a Tab.

    “The soda?” I asked him.

    “Yeah, sure, man,” he replied.



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    It had been a while since I hit the press tent, so I was pretty thirsty. I happily paid him his $15, which seemed a little pricy for a soft drink, but oh well. But when I looked down at what the enterprising young man had placed in my hand, it wasn’t a soda at all, but a sticker. What the heck was going on here? He was gone in a flash before I could ask him. The sticker had a Smurf on it, and it looked a little wet. Maybe I had to lick it for hydration? So I did.

    Now, I’ve listened to ELP’s Brain Salad Surgery almost nonstop as a teenager, but I have never experienced anything like this. Everyone soon looked like a paramecium (a globular-looking protozoa, for all you laymen aka parameciums out there ;), and when I made my way towards the park exit, it felt like I was ice-skating on Jell-O. I figured I should review one more act on my way out, and the act I caught was A$AP Rocky. Not sure why he has a dollar sign in his name, but okay.


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    Reader, I’ve gotta be honest — I don’t remember much about the music. It was rap — I know that — and I didn’t really like the way he shouted and sang about violence and what not. What I do remember are the projections, a horror show of money falling in rainstorms and women bending over with their butts touching so they looked like demonic Rorschach inkblots. I screamed. When I looked down at my pants, I realized I had pissed myself.


    I knew I was in no shape to drive, so I took an Uber home, which ended up being pricey since I live all the way out in Arlington Heights. Jordan, Gilda, and my in-laws were all already there, and they didn’t seem to notice anything strange as I quietly ate my pot roast.

    That night when I went to bed, I kept seeing the money storms and Rorschach butts doing their monstrous dance on the ceiling. When I woke up the next morning, I had wet the bed. That’s two pants-pissings for all you keeping score at home. I am afraid for my well-being, and am never going to Lollapalooza again. –Gunther Guthrie

    Best Intermission Chillwave

    Toro y Moi

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    Around 3:45 p.m. on Saturday, Charli XCX was wrapping up, and most of the sweaty, dehydrated, and danced-out Lollapalootians were headed to the shady areas surrounding Chow Town for some relaxation with a side of grub. Hundreds more were spread out on the lawn to drink in the chillwave of Chaz Bundick, aka Toro y Moi: vocalist, guitarist, keyboardist, and adorable wearer of clear-framed specs. While his fifth studio album, What For?, is more slow-moving and introspective than the poppy dance music of previous LPs like Anything in Return, the ponderance hit at just the right time of day, when one could think about the weight of the universe while also tucking into the unfathomable goodness of a Graham Elliot lobster corndog. –Leah Pickett

    Best Catwoman Suit

    Marina and the Diamonds

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    I will give Marina Lambrini Diamandis this much: Her fans adore her. From the moment the striking Welsh singer-songwriter slunk on stage, donning a skintight ebony bodysuit, no less, shrieks that included “Marina, you’re fucking amazing!”, “I love you, Marina!”, and “Marina, notice me!” were deafening.

    Diamandis, who goes by the stage name Marina and the Diamonds, also possessed a breezy knack for stage banter (among her gems: “Sorry, I have to stay hydrated, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m wearing plastic right now”), but her songs left much to be desired, and her voice, often straining to reach the loftier octaves, was underwhelming at best.

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    Still, she put on a fun and energetic show, from her sparkly ‘80s-inspired synths and aggressive shimmying to spice up the bland yet amusing bad-girl pop lyrics like “I’m gonna be your bubblegum bitch” and “Rule number one: you gotta have fun” to her largely captive audience scream-singing every word to cover her loss of breath on a couple of the choruses.

    “Would you get down on your knees for me?” she purred on “Prima Donna Girl”. Eh. But I’m pretty sure that there are plenty in this massive screaming horde who would be happy to oblige. –Leah Pickett

    Funniest Performer with Least Funny Banter

    Father John Misty

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    This year’s I Love You, Honeybear relies on one helluva joke: the lothario who gets hitched and treats marriage with the same hedonism that he treated bachelorhood. There’s a second joke, too: the fact that J. Tillman actually did get married, and that, for all the detachment of his stage persona and Portnoy-told details of his narrative (“I wanna take you in the kitchen/ Lift up your wedding dress someone was probably murdered in”), much of the album deals with his actual feelings and reservations about commitment. That’s a rich, funny, and complex comedy routine in itself, one that only got enriched by the juxtaposed nature of Tillman’s live performance on Friday — the idea of crooning his confessions with gospel-like passion while keeping his body movement and facial expressions deadpan.

    Unfortunately, his intriguing ambiguity got undercut by his lame stage banter, which usually took sarcastic aim at his corporate surroundings, from a plane flying a Trojan condoms banner to the Bud Light stage in front of him. The problem wasn’t his demeanor — the faux numbness was very much in line with the Father John Misty role he’s created — but the pacing. He often took a few beats too long to come up with a punchline, thus exposing the timid man behind the character and taking away from the slyness of the whole thing. And if you think I’m focusing too much on the talking and not enough on the songs, well, the guy talked a lot. Like any fledgling comedian, Tillman works best when he doesn’t try too hard to explain the joke. –Dan Caffrey


    Closest approximation of LCD Soundsystem

    Hot Chip

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    LCD Soundsystem is no more, and never will be again. But James Murphy wasn’t the only gentle-voiced dude to front a neo-disco outfit; in fact, he wasn’t even the first. Hot Chip has been cranking the 4/4 since 2000, and they even got a hand in releasing what might be their best album from DFA Records in 2006. The UK band is still going strong, and since their guitarist Al Doyle toured with Murphy toward the end of the LCD days, their show is the closest thing you’ll find to an encore of Shut Up and Play the Hits.

    Hot Chip did play the hits Friday afternoon at the Bud Light stage — their own, and also a couple borrowed ones, namely Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark” melded into “All My Friends”. The mashup was a sweet and understated way to close a sweet and understated set, one that reminded us just how warm electronic music can sound when played by a battalion of live instrumentalists. –Sasha Geffen


    Best Birthday Celebration

    Catfish and the Bottlemen

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    It’s likely that Van McCann, frontman of Catfish and the Bottlemen, got exactly what he wished for this year. He celebrated his 23rd birthday with a Lollapalooza debut on the main stage, and for an early afternoon set, the band was greeted with a larger-than-expected crowd. McCann shares his subpar and relatable life events through each song: “I remember when we/ Swapped names and I thought maybe/ You’d stay and try to out-drink me/ Your friends, all hated it,” he sang on “Cocoon”, bringing an air of boyish nostalgia to the set. From the start, McCann sounded winded, but his vocals found strength to sing the choruses with his grating growl. If any attendees were feeling sluggish on day two, this set surely woke them up. –Lyndsey Havens

    Most Hypnotic Toilet-Paper Acrobatics

    Gogol Bordello


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    Despite being a political refugee from the Ukraine, Gogol Bordello ringmaster Eugene Hütz has always been more interested in uproarious positivity than politics, and isn’t that a strong political statement in itself? Maybe that’s why their Lolla set felt like a battlefield where everyone decided to put down their guns and party. The gypsy gang vocals on “Start Wearing Purple” (and just about every other song) were rallying cries, MC Pedro Erazo was a military drummer heralding the arrival of peaceful troops, and the several bottles of flung wine were non-lethal substitutes for Hütz’s blood. It’s no coincidence that out of all the Lolla sets, the most flags were waved in the audience during the Gogol show, their performance being both life-affirming and nationality-affirming, regardless of where you were from. And while it certainly wasn’t the only time the Palladia stage saw rolls of toilet paper tossed into the air, the TP took on a new sort of elegance, the fluttering white trails cresting upwards, then gracefully angling towards the ground like mortars that would never explode. –Dan Caffrey

    Most Dylanesque Swede

    The Tallest Man on Earth

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    Kristian Matsson, better known as The Tallest Man on Earth, is a folk singer-songwriter with a voice that recalls a young Bob Dylan, despite the fact that Matsson is from Dalarna, Sweden, and draws as much from Nick Drake as he does the formative Americana of Dylan, Pete Seeger, and Woody Guthrie. Fellow Swedes Klara and Johanna Söderberg of First Aid Kit, who played a rousing afternoon set on Friday, hail from Enskede; and while they share a shimmery, folk-laced vibe, Matsson has more twang and, let’s face it, more brood. With dark and incisive lyrics like “I’m racing through my pockets now/ Because I’m starting to believe/ That selling emptiness to strangers/ Is a little bit warmer than my dreams” weaving in and out of some impressive finger-plucking guitar, Matsson, although he looks more like The Fall’s Jamie Dornan, wore his nouveu-Dylan mantle well. –Leah Pickett

    Friendliest Mosh Pit!

    Brand New

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    Note: This entry was written by 56-year-old guest reporter, Gunther Guthrie.

    If Friday was a disappointment (see my writeup on the inappropriately named The War on Drugs), Saturday was what we like to call a “golden egg” down at the Prudential offices. I got there bright and early (Jordan was groggy and said she’d get a ride with her friends later. She must have had quite the night at Perry’s!), so I had plenty of time to hit the media tent before catching my first assignment of the day. Lunch wasn’t being served yet, but there were plenty of Kind bars. Good enough for me.

    So the funny thing about the band I had to cover was that they were called Brand New, but they’ve actually been around for 15 years! I like that. It’s a clever joke, and a wholesome one that’s a lot better than The War on Drugs. But for wholesome guys, they sure do scream a lot. I couldn’t really understand what they were saying, but given their senses of humor, I’m sure it was kind, non-violent, and appreciative of life. Well done, boys.

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    How do I know all this? Because I looked at the mosh pit. Everyone was helping each other up, with some people (usually young men) crying into each other’s shoulders. It was sweet to see the power of music affecting them in such an emotional way. It reminded me of a wedding, but with more guitars! I liked Brand New and recommend them to anyone looking for a good time. Now off to find some kobe sliders… 😉 –Gunther Guthrie

    Best Voice

    Alabama Shakes


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    As an inflatable shark rose from the crowd to greet the mid-afternoon sun, Alabama Shakes took the stage to a roar of gratitude. “Technically, this is our first time playing Lollapalooza,” announced lead singer and guitarist Brittany Howard, which is true; their 2012 set was cancelled by a rainstorm that led to an unforgettably zombie-apocalyptic evacuation of muddy festivalgoers down Michigan Avenue. And in spite of a pesky power outage halfway through the set (really, festival gods?), the Athens, Alabama-based quintet blazed through tracks from 2015’s Sound and Color (sorry, no “Hold On”) with precision and aplomb worthy of the big Samsung stage.

    And although the band is deservedly praised for their soulful sound reminiscent of Muscle Shoals and, especially with their new album, a hint of shoegaze, it’s Howard’s singular voice — cooing sweet as honey one moment, ripping into a jagged, dynamite roar the next — that makes the jaws around me drop. “What a voice,” sighed the tank-topped bro to my left, following Howard’s divine opening yelp on “Don’t Want to Fight No More” and her sustained belts throughout the powerhouse closer, “Gimme Me All Your Love”. His friend agreed on the last song, “So rare, man. So rare.” Indeed, bros. Indeed. –Leah Pickett


    Best Live Band Reincarnation

    Skylar Spence


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    This time last year, Skylar Spence went by Saint Pepsi, and he was a dude with a laptop cranking out fun, infectious singles like “Fiona Coyne” and “Fall Harder”. Now, Ryan DeRobertis has a full band, and together they make fleshed-out neo-disco that’s a far cry from the electronic collages he would put together before Carpark scooped him up. Skylar Spence made it to the BMI stage for a truncated set after the afternoon rainstorm (they were originally slated to play Pepsi, but that was too much irony for one day) and shared a joyful moment in the late afternoon sun. DeRobertis is now a singer and guitarist, not a knob-turner, but he pulled out a couple tracks from the Saint Pepsi days alongside previews of his upcoming debut album, Prom King. –Sasha Geffen

    Nastiest Swig of Vodka

    Twin Peaks

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    Photo by Heather Kaplan

    Chicago’s own Twin Peaks turned the Sprint stage into their own raucous house party, complete with a couple swigs of warm Tito’s Vodka. The band built up their following with the same kind of garage punk that’s been dominating The Empty Bottle and other local venues for a while now, but they played a couple new ones that show their songwriting evolving by leaps and bounds. The vocal harmonies were especially on point as the boys howled, “I don’t wanna miss you!” in various octaves. Their energy was met by one of the best crowd moments of the whole weekend, when a group of girls started springboarding themselves into the air on a makeshift trampoline. The old man in me said, “Well, that’s a tailbone injury just waiting to happen,” but the young punk in me countered with “Shut up, old man.” –Collin Brennan

    Best Non-Metallica Band for People Who Only Came to See Metallica

    Death From Above 1979


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    “It’s the perfect equation,” joked Death from Above 1979’s Sebastian Grainger about the Samsung Galaxy lineup. “DFA plus Tame Impala equals Metallica!” The reunited Canadian rock duo is indeed an odd fit for Lollapalooza, but that didn’t stop them from giving it their all during a punishing hour-long set. Grainger handles most of the vocals, leaving partner-in-crime Jesse Keeler free to do terrifying things to his transparent Dan Armstrong bass. Much of DFA’s live appeal lies in watching Keeler lay waste to the upper frets of his instrument, and he didn’t disappoint during a set heavy on cuts from last year’s The Physical World. The crowd seemed receptive, probably because it comprised hundreds of Metallica fans desperate to hear something heavy for a change. –Collin Brennan

    Pinkest Rain

    Zebra Katz


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    Before the storms rolled in, Zebra Katz made it rain over the BMI stage during his early afternoon set. The Brooklyn rapper shook up a bottle of rosé for half a song, then deftly popped it at the track’s climax, spraying fizz all over the crowd. He finished off the bottle by pouring it directly into some bro’s mouth in the front row. Zebra’s performance was full of camp, from calls and responses to a slow striptease, but that moment might have been the strongest tether to the gay club that Lollapalooza has ever seen. –Sasha Geffen

    Shortest Attempt to Play a Whole Set Barefoot

    Tove Lo


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    Swedish pop singer Tove Lo began her set with two drummers and no shoes. The drummers stuck around, but the bare feet didn’t last long; after shimmying her way through “My Gun”, she yelled, “I’m fucking burning my feet off!” and scampered off stage to fetch a pair of Birkenstocks. This moment gets close to the heart of Tove Lo’s appeal. She’s an internationally renowned star with two bona fide hits to her name (“Habits (Stay High)” and “Talking Body”), but nothing about her seems canned. This doesn’t lend itself to spotless, theatrical performances a la Taylor Swift, but it does inject her music with a refreshing sort of pathos. On “Habits”, she sings about eating her dinner in the bathtub and generally being a fuckup; as if to underline that point, she slipped slightly off time when performing the song live. Earlier in the set, she introduced “Moments” by saying, “This song’s about not being perfect,” and that holds true in Tove’s persona as well as in her lyrics. This is dance pop that’s all the better for its slightly rough edges. –Collin Brennan

    Most Incendiary Blues

    Gary Clark, Jr.

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    Photo by Heather Kaplan

    Blues rock and R&B musician Gary Clark, Jr. drew a smaller throng of beach ball-bouncing fans at the Sprint stage, what with Paul McCartney diehards already jostling for prime positions across the field and the inexplicably popular Alt-J simultaneously playing on the other side of the park. But for the lucky crowd that lingered, the Austin, Texas-born and bred musician, looking cool as hell in his signature hat and shades, knew how to work it.

    Opening with the electric “Bright Lights” (“You’re gonna know by name by the end of the night,” he crooned with sultry panache), Clark held the audience in the palm of his guitar-slinging hand. On songs like “When My Train Pulls In” and “Don’t Owe You a Thang” from his Bright Lights EP, Clark’s perfectly calibrated wails and licks, often spinning into fuzzy, frenetic meltdowns while still keeping the sturdy backbone of his rhythm intact, were a thrill to behold. Factoring in his effortlessly seductive vocals and devil-may-care confidence at center stage, it was easy to see why Clark is poised on the precipice of a breakout. –Leah Pickett


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