Rolled into Portland early in the morning to make the rounds at Powell's and Rocco's before (trail) blazing the way to Jackpot for our Festival wristbands. Risk and Uno ensued once we realized the abundance of time on our hands...and we got a bit carried away, nearly missing Dr. Dog and Helio Sequence. In retrospect, this wouldn't have been any sort of calamity.
Dr. Dog played an entirely forgettable (though not bad) set. The home-town heroes, Helio Sequence, produced more of their characteristic sterile sounds. We left shortly after Blood Bleeds, one of the few palatable tracks of their performance, to get into prime position for Girl Talk.
Guidance Counselor opened the night with a few incredible mashups incorporating the likes of The Lion King, Madonna and MGMT's Love Always Remains. They seamlessly transitioned into a full band performance of their simian, strobe-light dance pop, and the good times rolled.
Brother Reade followed. The stale beats and perplexing awful vocals thrown from the stage, accompanied by the drunk, handsy sixteen year-olds bumping from behind made this the most trying hour of the weekend. I'm still wondering how such an awful experience found itself sandwiched between two of the festival's outstanding acts.
Girl Talk was everything one would imagine.