Welcome to the MFJ Review Roundup, where we let the Interweb recap the previous week in music festivals. Click through the following links to see full articles and get a taste of what you missed.
Itâ€™s no secret that music festivals are all about choice, forcing you to pick one band over another at a certain time slot. But more than any event Iâ€™m aware of, Hopscotch is loaded with realistic options, a smorgasbord of club shows and block parties, panel discussions and daytime showcases, none of which strays too far from the festivalâ€™s downtown epicenter.
Day three at the Locknâ€™ festival on the sprawling Oak Ridge Estate started out just as beautifully as the previous ones. Clear skies and sunshine, with a steady breeze set the backdrop for the day that some festival goers had truly been waiting for.
While the last Boston Calling delivered Fun. to massive ticket sales but groans from music snobs, festival organizers this time around found the happiest of mediums with Vampire Weekend. Not only did the Brooklyn collective caffeinate a crowd that seemed to be losing energy, but they reminded their audience just how many hits theyâ€™ve packed into three albums.
Sporting a short-sleeved plaid button-down shirt, a neatly trimmed beard and rimless specs in front of a capacity crowd for a solo set at the Doug Fir Thursday night, Bob Mould looked less like the hardcore punk icon he is (Husker Du, Sugar, tons of solo releases) and more like everyoneâ€™s favorite social studies teacher quietly eyeing retirement.