@ZackTeibloom Sunday is already called “Sunday Funday” by the kinds of people who need excuses to have fun on the weekend. Sunday is fun. There’s football, it’s completely allowable to spend the entire day working off a hangover and/or chasing one down and until recently we c0uld end the night wishing we were Don Draper. But what would happen when a festival (already the most fun thing in the world) decided to throw three fun’s on their title and have bands like Yelle, A-Trak, The Descendents and an air sex competition and have it all go down on a Sunday? Oh, and did I mention my birthday would be the same day? Well, it happened.
The afternoon was ripe for sitting. Four straight bands on the Orange stage with almost no interruption. On a blanket. We got up when things got hot. And not just for the front women of Cults, Best Coast and Yelle. Let’s relive Sunday of Fun Fun Fun. Pictures by Eric Pulsifer, captions by Zack and Eric.
Like most bands with far too many people on stage not really doing much of anything, Margot and the Nuclear So and So's have evolved into a bland gray shadow of themselves, which was already a pretty flavorless take on emo singer-songwriter dreck to begin with. -Eric
Animal Collective's Deakin set could have been taken up a couple notches with a psychedelic light show, but for an afternoon slot, Deakin delivered the weird the best he could with primitive beats, kaleidoscoping loops of sound and layers of eerie echoing vocals. -Eric
Yeah, we had Thax in the slideshow from Saturday too, but that's kind of how it felt at FFF. Turn around and there's Thax. This band looks kind of ol...oh it's Thax. This is always a good thing. A stamp of approval. -Zack
Bands flexing blatant levels of chillwave-ness (Toro Y Moi, Indian Jewelry, Washed Out, and—to a slightly lesser extent—Best Coast and Cults) dominated the lineup on the indie and dance stages at Fun Fun Fun Fest Sunday. Fortunately, the practitioners of the genre translate the warm lo-fi sounds of their records surprisingly well into a decent live experience. Toro Y Moi, who was celebrating his b-day (along with Zack and the Madeline from Cults), provided the perfect grooves for a chill autumn afternoon. -Eric
I was on my way to get a free granola bar in the press area when I caught an earful of Nortec Collective. To my gringo ears, this mix of Tejano and techno was immediately intriguing. I came for the sound and stayed for the spectacle: two dudes playing iPads, an accordion and one guy rocking out on a shiny golden sousaphone (that's the big marching band tuba for those of you who were busy talking to girls instead of practicing marching after high school). -Eric
There were no shortage of cute female performers at Fun Fest, but the lovable Madeline Follin may take first prize. Cults is a side project of a couple of film students from New York. The pair only have three songs recorded at this point, but you couldn't tell they were newbies from the shimmery showcase of sweet indie pop they performed on Sunday. -Eric
Oh, really Eric? I wasn't as close as you were, but you took this incredibly sex picture of Bethany Cosentino and aren't convinced she's the sexiest woman at FFF? Sure, she may be singing about immature things, but she's not wearing a bra and she's sparking a joint a fan threw on stage. She even made the sky look exactly like her guitar and her shades. -Zack
Cats, crushes, weed: Best Coast's lyrics rarely exceed Weezer Blue Album levels of maturity, but when singer/guitarist Bethany Cosentino sings, "I lost my job, I miss my mom, I wish my cat could talk," there's something that just clicks. Hazy songs of heartbreak and surf rock riffs from their impossible-to-not enjoy debut sounded spot on. -Eric
My experience with rappers live has been mostly disappointing over the years, but, with his unique brand of soulful but club-friendly rapid-fire rapping, the criminally under-appreciated Pharoahe Monch managed to bring the energy the Blue Stage needed to get the crowd going. -Eric
Why is it about earnestness from French singers that's so darn charming? Is it how appreciative they seem of our affection? Is it the way they pronounce it "Aus steen?" I'm mostly basing this on Phoenix's Thomas Mars and Yelle and their floppy haired big smiles and how much they love to hop around with glee, but I'm smiling just thinking about them. -Zack
Best Coast was not only the most attractive, they had the funniest coozy. This is like an American fortune cookie. Beer > cookies. Actually, that's kind of a toss-up. -Zack
I could tell you more about Yelle from her shadow than anything she's saying (Sorry, I never learned French) but her dance party is so infectious, you'll feel like she's speaking your language from the first song she plays. And look at those pants! What's not to love? -Zack