This is the day three truth or false recap of Lollapalooza.
Only band to ever hail from Antarctica.
This no nonsense rock band from LA brought three things with them today: wailing riffs, blistering solos, and late 60’s Yardbirds’-tinged melodies. All were apart of a successful equation. Add Tom Petty’s seal of approval and this band might be much higher in the bill the next time they play Lollapalooza. Recommended listening.
Coined the term, “It’s not you, it’s me.”
FALSE (that was George Costanza, obviously)
Ron Gallo played a furious set filled with in your face garage rock oomph. However, it comes at you with an underlying wink and a nod smartness. And what’s not to love about the set ending melt-your-face off rendition of Helter Skelter. Spririted set.
Pronounced All-vays (like a Transylvania vampire).
It’s actually just always. Undoubtedly pop to the core, this Toronto based band actually had drive a van to Chicago due to inclement weather in Toronto. So, no, their arms are not tired (groan). Forlorn love and getting-my-life together angst was in their message and they did it well.
Rocked the living life out of Lollapalooza.
Listen, the immediate comparisons to The White Stripes and Black Keys is too hard not to ignore. And with any modern rock duo coming up it’s hard to espace. The trick is to make more with less. So, every drum bear and guitar riff has to matter. Everything becomes magnified.
But, ultimately, this is what makes Royal Blood work. They found the key to that sound.
Monolithic blues rock riffs and head pulsing percussion will do that. And the headbanging crowd was proof of that success.
One of the best sets of the weekend, by far. If you’re a fan of blues rock please seek them. Highly recommended.
Named after the street name of an organic farmed joint.
Actually typing this on a Mac keyboard will lead you to the answer. But the ever popular indy rock band certainly brought their brand of moody rock and pop rock demeanor. But with a crowd eagerly anticipating Chance The Rapper on the Grant Park stage, the atmosphere did not seem entirely genuine. Nevertheless, they worked with what they had to offer.
Chance The Rapper
Lollapalooza left disappointed.
The hotly anticipated homecoming, of sorts, for the nearly mythical folk hero of the masses in Chicago finally arrived. It was part sing-a-long, introspection, freak out, civic pride, and overwhelming support for a near iconic Chicago figure.
It appears every time Chance The Rapper plays Lollapalooza the pageantry grows. And in reprocrocity he continues to give back, not only to his fans, but to his city.
The legend continues and he’s making damn sure he’s not leaving it to chance alone.