Joywave, Sir Sly give euphoric indie rock performances
The Majestic Theatre was inflated with badass, indie rock fans of all capacities this past Thursday to relish in the positive energy that is Joywave and Sir Sly.
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The Majestic Theatre was inflated with badass, indie rock fans of all capacities this past Thursday to relish in the positive energy that is Joywave and Sir Sly.
What do you get when you combine powerhouse lead vocals, a smooth jazz vibe and a rock n’ roll beat? Two hours of unadulterated joy produced by the multi-genre, Boston-found band Lake Street Dive.
The Sylvee was washed with blue light and smoke as it came alive with the dynamic rhythms of Lauv last Friday night. His magnetic stage presence combined with his obvious love for performing electrified the theater and gave the audience a show filled with fast-paced moments, slow ballads and occasional times of laughter.
I will begin this review with a disclaimer: I’d never listened to Greta Van Fleet before I heard this album. I was going into it with an open mind — music-savvy friends had shown me snippets of singles the band had released over the past couple years, and I wasn’t interested in knowing them any better. I came upon Anthem of the Peaceful Army hoping to have my mind changed.
Bon Iver frontman Justin Vernon left the Sylvee stage following their fundraising performance Saturday saying “On, Wisconsin” in a hinting tone, like what he actually wanted to say was “you better get out and vote, Wisconsin.”
If you’re in the know to any degree on the folk-punk-rock scene, last week’s performances at The Sett was the place to be. Beneath the umbrella of a painfully niche subgenre identity and amid the first round of anxiety-inducing midterms, students and Madisonians alike congregated around the crowd-control barriers — beers and cell phones in hand — to break out into song and dance with some of the biggest names in this snippet of the musical oeuvre.
K-pop group BTS set Chicago on fire earlier this month at the United Center with their “Love Yourself” tour. The world tour, named after their album trilogy (Love Yourself: Her, Tear and Answer), is a continuum of their message urging fans to love themselves.
There are very few things in life that never seem to get old — one of them is the cover band Rod Tuffcurls and The Bench Press. In the four times that I’ve seen them perform, their set list has rarely changed, yet they somehow manage to always surprise me.
With hundreds of people out of their seats and dancing Tuesday night, the Barrymore Theatre was uplifted and roaring with cheer as purple, red and blue lights outlined the stage. Andy Grammer was performing on his “The Good Parts Tour,” which is raising money for breast cancer awareness in honor of his mother who passed away 10 years ago.
EDM fans had a lot to be excited about last week, as Ethan “Whethan” Snoreck brought his “Life Of A Wallflower Tour” to the Sylvee. The Chicago-based music producer performed at the Majestic last year, making his return to Madison at a new, much larger venue all the more anticipated.
If dancing truly is dangerous, then St. Lucia put a lot of people in danger on Thursday night at the Barrymore Theatre as they lifted the audience to their feet with their upbeat, slightly alternative music.
The self-proclaimed “medium famous” comedian Hannibal Buress performed last week at the Orpheum Theater, engaging the audience with his patently warm and charming demeanor, creative multimedia usage, and of course, hilarious punchlines.
“Star Trek” legend William Shatner was beamed up to Madison this past Friday, as the prolific actor took his Midwest tour to the Orpheum Theater.
One couldn’t help but think of the Disney classic “Beauty and the Beast” during singer-songwriter Natalie Prass’ High Noon set. She strutted around front stage, carrying all the sass music royalty needs, in a sparkling yellow dress, surrounded by her four-piece band donning dark blue button-ups and topped with fuzzy dark hair.
Concerts are the closest thing to church I attend. I’ve noticed this in the stories I’ve written about shows, almost always making comments like “I think *insert artist name here* and the heavenly lights were summoning me to the afterlife.”
Lollapalooza may have been a little over a week ago, but I’m still reflecting on the impressive, hot weekend. However, the heightened security and extreme heat didn’t stop the over 100,000 concert-goers, including myself, that gathered for four days on the dusty grounds of Grant Park.
After three years, LANY returned to Lollapalooza — only this time they were bigger and better than ever. With a larger stage and a larger crowd, the indie pop band exuded confidence and charisma, much more than their 2015 set. Matching their stage presence, energy and enthusiasm, the crowd wasted no time shouting and cheering the second the band set foot on stage. Grins set into place on everyone around me. LANY is a somewhat lesser-known band, but considering Lollapalooza’s roots as an alternative music festival, LANY’s place in the lineup felt more than right.
I typically listen to The National while writing, like right now, letting lead vocalist Matt Berninger’s baritone lull me into focus in the background. At their performance last Tuesday, though, Berninger pulled me into his show, his intensity tangible as he sang like he was sharing the song with the person it’s about for the first time.
Each year the Windy City’s largest music festival brings together young, trendy artists and old favorites to flood the grounds of Grant Park. While ticket sales were lower than normal this year, the hype regarding the lineup and artists coming to Lollapalooza is still as strong as ever.
Pitchfork Music Festival goers expected the worst, their eyes watching gray clouds roll in as they flocked to Chicago’s Union Park, armed with rain ponchos and umbrellas. But something was looking out for us this weekend — only small spurts of rain dropped on the crowd of thousands and artists played as though sparked by the adrenaline rush of risking electrocution.