After torrential rain caused thousands to skip the festival on Friday, despite having tickets, the second day of Pitchfork began with a promising start. But quickly-darkening, foreboding skies over Union Park were an immediate harbinger of the wild weather to come.
Stavros Giannopoulos of Chicago's own The Atlas Moth tearing viciously into a track.
Dylan Baldi and the entirety of Cloud Nothings fearlessly waged war against the pouring skies, keeping exuberance high amongst the poncho-clad masses. Baldi also confirmed with me that he and Danny Brown are collaborating on a new song, which is one of the stranger articles of music information I've heard in a while.
Enigmatic Bradford Cox of Deerhunter, performing here as Atlas Sound. With ghostly white facepaint, and an ensemble outfit pulled straight from the back room of a ramshackle '50s Georgian thrift shop, Cox played a mezmerizing set of dreamlike ballads.
Madeline Follin of Cults crooned in the glaring post-rain sunlight but technical problems rendered her silent towards the beginning of the set.
Softly spoken with a retention of Idaho charm as his band Youth Lagoon gains more fans by the day, Trevor Powers can silence a massive, riled crowd with the sheer heartbreaking intimacy of his voice.
There was a moment later on in ScHoolboy Q's performance when he tore off his shirt as if to dispel any rumors that he may have been in shape. Q was probably the third person to perform his own song "Hands on the Wheel," throughout the weekend.
Alexis Krauss of Sleigh Bells feverishly thrashed and leapt around in front of an assemblage of Marshall amps that wouldn't fit in a Walmart Supercenter.
Johnny Jewel on synth duties for the retro, surprisingly not-European Chromatics.
Bespectacled in the greatest set of glasses at the fest, Al Doyle helped Hot Chip break it down in an enlivened ensemble performance.
The Adderall Admiral Danny Brown ripped through a predictably fiery show, particularly revving the crowd up during the Darq E Freaker-produced banger "Blueberry."
With her cloaked cohort Blood Diamonds and a pair of writhing dancers in tow, Grimes buoyantly bounced and flitted around at her synth station.