Halloween comes early at FYF courtesy of Dead Man's Bones. (Sara Tan/treeswingers)
Fuck Yeah Fest, celebrating a second year in its current, LA State Historic Park-dwelling incarnation, offered a microcosm of Los Angeles life to the thousands who made it out to downtown this last weekend. Ridiculous, soul-crushing traffic (i.e., entry lines): Check. Brutal, face-searing, sweat-spawning sunshine? Check. Overpriced beer (and not enough of it)? Check. An awesomely eclectic mix of overwhelmingly attractive people? Check. And, most importantly: more exciting, varied and up and coming music than anywhere else? Check.
Despite the occasional lack of foresight on the part of its organizers, this year’s FYF was an unabashed success, where young guns and old hands alike came together to show that independent music still rocks. Compared to the disaster that was last year’s Fisher Price: My First Music Festival experience, experiencing this year’s comparatively lightweight problems (30-minute instead of two-hour lines, only a few tardy bands and only minor sound mishaps) was more than manageable.
The transcendent moments more than compensated for the stumbles. From hearing Best Coast’s stoned pop as sunshine poured over downtown’s skyscrapers like syrup on the world’s tallest waffles, to graveyard chills running down your spine during Dead Man’s Bones’ soaring choruses, FYF’s best took you somewhere magical. Like Neverland, or Coachella. Fuck Yeah.
A few recaps and festival highlights after the jump…
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