THE ROAD TO ROCK LIVE REPORT 2010
13, 14 & 15AOUT2010
SAINT MALO
In memory of Brittany, had never seen it . At least not for many years. Much rain and so mud, it was part of the phobia of any festival. Climatic conditions certainly hellish, if not cursed, but did not, however, marred too good conduct concerts. Still happy.
Friday, August 13
When installed on a festival for three days, the first thing we do in arriving at hand to say farewell words to comfort , and sleep hygiene is to install the tent two seconds. And on this Friday afternoon, ironically, the ground is so dry you barely press sardines. Dry, it will not stay long.
19.30. Captivating is the word that can be considered as less suitable for concert Dum Dum Girls to Route du Rock. Unfortunately. No need to try to spread the Boursin on this performance, the Californian has disappointed. We remain in the album version. The second
to inaugurate the Fort St Santa this year is Owen Pallett . Former Final Fantasy comes on stage, facing somehow the sun full face (the last rays of the festival, but that we did not know it yet). All Clubmaster out the similarity with Bradford Cox aka Deerhunter gentleman is striking, especially since the group was in exactly the same time slot a year earlier. Break off nostalgia. The concert begins, and the universe Owen Pallett then seems to be a pleasant discovery for most festival-goers. A guitarist joined him on stage at times, and although this is hardly blameless, we must admit that after several songs, the music ends up going in circles (too many kills violin violin). The recall eventually happen, and the climax of the concert at the same time as undertaking a Pallett-divine-recovery of Odessa of Caribou, who also plays tonight, later in the night. At a press conference, the person will respond that it is indeed very good friends with Pallett, and the wink was hit.
After the concert by Yann Tiersen and his merry band in a very surprising Arcade Fire (concert moved to the door for lack of motivation), it is the turn of Black Angels take place. Even before the first note is played, the frightening number of amps on stage suggests the indispensability of hearing protection. Sure enough. The concert airs mystical, and it is not feedback when we deal the group which may obscure the psychedelic performance. It is on the brink of a sectarian pseudo ceremony in the countryside Malo, missing just two to three shamans, and a desert. A highlight of the festival.
We knew that the types of Liars were sacred phenomena, a little hot-headed and everything, and yes, their concert turned out to match the reputation. The three beers swallowed in less than fifteen minutes by the singer at the press conference was certainly not the only ingested, seeing his actions on stage. And c'mon you that I unplug my microphone repeatedly to force too much pull on the thread, that I break all my equipment staggered that I start early La Marseillaise a capella, and I say "I love you" drunk to the sound engineer (woman) who comes every two minutes, adjust the gear. Well, it was for the commission of the legend. Level music, well it's Liars: noise in background, but no real time real excitement, pure pleasure. Of perplexity amused however, that the general feeling that this concert will remain. Owen Pallett
confess we had whetted his mouth with his version of Odessa is saying something. And the wait was not in vain, as the Canadian troupe and "use only 4m ² scene "have provided something like the best gig of the evening with the Black Angels. A specific set, square (as the arrangement of musicians on stage), but that does not detract from the freshness and magic of Music Caribou, especially that night sky, especially since it is the divine Leave House opening the ball. Last moment of grace before the sky does not load in heavy clouds.
Saturday, August 14
This day of Saturday (now commonly called "Day 2: The Flood" by the festival of the Route du Rock 2010) marked the spirits is not much to say. Waking up at 10am fanfare by torrential rain that came down almost on a field of Quechua as the eye. Unable to sleep because the volume of torrents which swept into the tent and take the risk of putting noses out of his tent is then simply unthinkable, failing to finish as a strain hardened and mired in the mud has invited among the tents. For all festival is the dreaded nightmare scenario. Between downpours and drizzle, the rain did not stop until 16:30, so what makes us more than six hours locked in an attempt to imagine the state of the land on the festival website. Of course, no need to consider going to the beach. Morale took a nasty blow.
From 16:30 until Foals concert ensues a succession of events, like: the indispensability of persuasion to go take a shower, despite the weather, shower, breach of a dozen recovery to go on, and my whole length in the mud on the way to go to the press room, interview by Two Door Cinema Club, final death of my shoes, opening the doors of the festival, fashion show collection RDR 2010 (Trends the season: kway, rain boots, the waders, garbage bags turned into makeshift slickers. Colors of the season: navy blue, khaki, brown).
This fourth concert Foals advertised as an opportunity to see the effectiveness of live songs from the new album, I like to describe as lar-ge- Higher first. And the disappointment was not to go (well, hardly). Although listening live and studio group differs generally quite low, it is clear that this is music that works very well in public, jerky rhythms and Many heady riffs in support. The set opens with Total Life Forever , then the eternal Cassius, Olympic Airways and Balloons, spiced latest singles Miami and English Sahara . Between two songs, Yannis, singer, asked us if it rains again. THANK GOD no, at the same time we had our dose for a good month saw everything that fell in the day, which flooded the entire festival site (camping included). After that, we say that it's time. The time Black Gold , definitely one of the gems of the last album. Well no, it's endless (Because it must be said) After Glow is played, and there will be no Black Gold . Small disappointment of the concert then, but besides that, autism apparent to all members of the group does not detract from their energy on stage.
Being neither a big fan, nor a connoisseur of music by Massive Attack , I found their overall long concert, if not at times endless. The word is out. Well, we must admit that the very muddy context of the evening did not facilitate the courage to interfere in a dense crowd of more than 10 000 people apparently came mainly for the group (and only for the group), agglutinated both before the scene in front of the giant screen, and sinking in mud up to their ankles. So, the bar, by far, Massive Attack was mostly a counter marched fairly strobe using headlines from newspapers style "Sarkozy, Thug of the Republic" and figures representing the so-called deficit GDP of Greece. Well, we did not catch the side of politically committed together, especially from two guys who come to a festival in a private jet, but is.
Because this is not really on Massive Attack were going shaker our booties and foot tapping frantically on the ground (or splashing in puddles, more precisely), we're glad to see Two Door Cinema Club onstage. Failing to be somewhat surprising and very different from the album, the concert is no less energetic, fresh and dancing and, frankly, we do not ask them over at 1am, after two hours of massive scam.
Concert ends of the three Irish Festival fans have two choices: stay at Fort St and Father attend something like one fifth of We Have Band concert in two years, or migrate to the staircase, box of St Malo for the DJ set from Tim Sweeney and Tim Goldsworthy . Feeling adventurous, I choose the second option with two friends. A must before going to the staircase: the change of outfit. Indeed, not sure if the boots are muddy for best effect before the bouncers. An hour later, safe arrival, one night (well underway) very electro based DFA Records. Indeed, Tim Goldsworthy is the founder of another label (with god James Murphy and another sidekick), and Tim Sweeney is a big fan. At first sight, it was pretty well gone. And yet. Is it the fault of the public (you could have counted on the fingers of one hand the people present to see the two already, the rest is only there for a night club classic), sets or just poorly adapted for public "outsider"? The fact is that everything does not absolutely stuck, and it has consistently and brilliantly sealed the evening.
Sunday, August 15
I wish I could say that the concert was Ganglians image their album is brilliant to say, so both surprising and disconcerting. But since the group has canceled his visit to the Route du Rock five days before his concert, and was replaced by Thus: Owls , I can not say anything about it, only that they greatly regretted the absence of the pop psyche of Americans. Let's be honest
: Archie Bronson Outfit was totally unknown until a group before they pass to the festival. And then ... well. The reason? Music may be too little punchy, but more importantly, a vision of horror / to die of laughter in the audience during the set of the group. One type, Jean-Michel's name, bringing to wonder how neon leggings years 80/Véronique & Davina, totally ripped off (it is to break everything 21h), peeing in the middle of the crowd in a huge puddle of mud, and especially between the legs of one of his buddies, looking for anything. Needless to say the guy was back then, tried to initiate conversation, and go ahead to thee as the wind than done, and the only thing that went through my mind at that moment was from as far away as possible from the scene, lest he "marks his territory" near, again and / or fear of slipping in the mud and fall into it. La Route du Rock obviously trying to compete with TransMusicales in the "dead crazy."
not bother to go around the bush to describe the concert The National , so two words are more than adequate: graceful and imposing. Gracious as the voice and charisma of Matt Berninger alone leave you amazed, impressed, planted like a stake, pole sinking also still in the mud. And imposing as the group sends both sound and great energy live, despite sometimes dreary aspect of their music at first glance (and this is not the opening with the apparently-very-rare Runaway who have foreshadowed such a thing). In short, we get out of there a little messed up, and this is known to have been smashed.
I confess, before the announcement of a two-hour concert Flaming Lips , I got scared. Re-situate the context: it is 1am, is the third night of the festival, it stopped raining but the mud is still there, my feet are wet, hungry, hot, thirsty and sore legs. In short, one hour of Flaming Lips, that's fine, after a drink and a break recliner in the press area. And finally, I've missed anything, because everything was still there: the giant ball that goes into the crowd, people dressed as giant teddy dancing on the stage, confetti by thousands who remain stuck in the lights of the scene, and the endless speeches of the singer between songs, sometimes on peace, now on the war. One would also have done without his long speeches, not for overall nothing but to lose momentum at the concert.
3.30. It's time the last concert of the festival, and it The Rapture who gets stuck. Here, the programmers were right, because the electro pop of Americans succeeded the great feat of making people dance, and not a little, despite the shoes pulled into the boiling and the risk of wallowing in all his masterly along all the time. Despite
time enemy, the three-day Route du Rock have kept their promises, as expected, still hopeful, we arrived in Saint-Malo ground two days earlier.
Photos: Not having had access to the pit photographer this year, we decided to fall back on free pictures of Law The real star of the festival, the mud. (Photos not contractual DRR 2010).
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