Pitchfork Festival 2010 complete lineup is the best yet.
Last night, my colleague Areif wrote that Big Boi would be appearing at the Pitchfork Music Festival. Half of Outkast was enough to get us completely jazzed, especially considering the great string of singles leading up to his ridonkulously delayed solo album (is he in an unrace with Missy Elliott?). The rest of the 2010 bill lives up to the top (Modest Mouse, Pavement, LCD Soundsystem, Broken Social Scene), in what looks to be the deepest and most diverse lineup yet.
Aside from Big Boi, hip-hop is well represented with Shaolin blunt poet Raekwon, Gary mixtape-darling Freddie Gibbs, Def Jux man El-P and Diplo's own dirty Gorillaz, Major Lazer. Not to mention the Tron jams of Stones Throw's Dam Funk and beatnik Soul Coughing heir WHY?.
Good-time, brainless rock & roll is finally in abundance, with godfather Jon Spencer, as well as T. Rex lovers Free Energy and the Smith Westerns. Those looking for more hair and less glam with their guitars can rip it up to Titus Andronicus or psych-rockers CAVE, while Surfer Blood stick to more Weezery and Pixiesesque terrain. (Metal, however, is absent this year.)
On the artier end of the rawk spectrum, there's Liars, Wolf Parade, the gonzo noize of Lightning Bolt and the Genesis-in-a-basement-ish Bear in Heaven.
Worldly vibes will be provided by the lite tropicalia meets krautrock of locals Allá and delightful L.A. Afro-indie picnic jammers Local Natives.
As expected, slack-jawed and sunburnt hipster trance is ever present, with Panda Bear, Neon Indian, Washed Out, Delorean and Real Estate serving as welcome come-downs between the louder acts.
And pop! There's Swedish robo-blonde Robyn (pictured, above): Pure, slick, electronic, artificial pop, not just sloppy shit Pitchfork mistakenly calls pop (Girls). Yes, she's overrated in the "grass is greener in Sweden" sense, but hearing something bubblegum here is a relief. Speaking of Sweden, there's the lo-fi soft rock of jj.
Lush and smart singer-songwriters like St. Vincent, Cass McCombs and Kurt Vile, though all three have it in them to tear it up a bit. Stoner Cali garage pop girl Best Coast offers up the theme of the fest: "The Sun Was High (So Was I)."
Spackling all this is former Grey's Anatomy crooner gone Brooklyn blog bait Here We Go Magic, the folky leaning Sharon Van Etten and the Tallest Man on Earth, the comically overhyped crunk rock of Sleigh Bells and locals Netherfriends.