The second day of Outside Lands was another exercise in perseverance, made easier by a wonderfully eclectic slate of music from around the world. Metallica, Sigur Ros, Passion Pit, Big Boi, Alabama Shakes and more highlighted the Day 2 action, and there were plenty more who helped festivalgoers fight another day of wintry conditions at the Polo Fields of Golden Gate Park.
Tame Impala, 1:50, Lands End
Tame impala rewards the patient; psych-y, effect-packed jams start out slow and build in unexpected ways. The Beatles and Black Sabbath are the first comparisons that come to mind, but this Aussie outfit seems more out of time and place than a throwback to any specific era. In a word: groovy.
Music festivals are all about surviving the elements with an unwavering, stupid smile. Coachella has its stinging heat, Bonnaroo has its mud and stench, Burning Man has its omnipresent dust. Outside Lands is no different; here at the Polo Grounds of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, we have an annual date with Ocean Beach’s non-summer. And we disregard it.
But enough about the weather. The music still matters most.
White Denim, 12:05, Sutro Stage
Not going to Outside Lands this weekend? Or maybe you’re going and need a pre-fest warm-up? Worry not, there’s plenty going on this week away from Golden Gate Park for folks in need of a live music fix. Here’s the best of the best:
If perusing the Outside Lands schedule isn’t enough to keep your musical inclinations/ambitions busy and satisfied, don’t forget that the music never stops coming through SF. Never. And here’s the proof:
A good way to forget that San Francisco is, supposedly “the lamest summertime city,” according to the Atlantic, is to escape the frigid nighttime cloud swells and hunker down in one of our fine, world-class music venues. Nothing lame or tame going on here:
What better way to celebrate our nation’s independence than with a litany of independent music? Get patriotic and get thee to a local music hall!
Married in both song and life, Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel make power punk rock that warms up a room and a blood-pumping organ. They’ve matured steadily over the years, since they first started making sweet but assertive sounds in 1997. Their most recent album, Mountaintops, finds them at their most confident state yet, making accessible hooks with subtle complexity.
Rock journalists tend to argue punk music died the second Green Day’s anthems saturated mainstream radio and MTV in the early ‘90s. The argument went something like this: How could this stuff really be punk, anyway, if big media tolerated it? How could a generation of teenage rebels take its marching orders from three dudes riding around the Berkeley Hills in limos, painting eyeliner on each other?
Here come more people tickling our eardrums:
I dedicate this week to all the ladies. Yes, all of them, your wife included. We dudes are quite fond of you mysterious creatures and your pleasant voices — please keep up the good work. In honor of all that is lovely about the better half, I present five acts coming through town that owe much, if not all of their appeal to brave, talented women. Behold:
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