Riot Fest roundup!
In 2012, Riot Fest is somewhat of an anachronism in Chicago. In a festival season absolutely dominated by EDM gatherings and events, Riot Fest keeps the focus on the punk and rock side of things, with nary a turntable or Serato-fueled MacBook in sight. The end result is a feel good affair that canât help but feel a bit dated, like the encore of a past movement in the current era of laptop DJs.
Itâs telling that many of the acts at Riot Fest were veteran talent. One has to wonder if newer, younger, Warped-ready acts wouldâve drawn enough bodies to fill up Humboldt Park. Instead, the weekendâs roster included sure-thing draws for the modern aging punk, including cross-decade Chicago staples (Alkaline Trio), emo-era reuniters (The Promise Ring), and genre legends (Iggy Pop).
Perhaps most indicative of the power of nostalgia was the inclusion of Andrew W.K., whose career has seemingly been revived almost entirely off the power of a one-note novelty Twitter account. The spastic frontman, dressed head-to-toe in his trademark white get-up, headed up a set that drew heavily from his 2001 debut, I Get Wet. That his setâs biggest hits were over a decade old did little to diminish the crowdâs enthusiasm for the Wayneâs World episode made flesh, however. Instead, W.K. charged, leapt, and thrashed through cuts like âIt’s Time To Party,â âShe Is Beautiful,â and of course, the song that started it all, âParty Hard.â Though the frontmanâs vocals came off a bit flat throughout the set, neither W.K. nor his crowd seemed to care at all, with “I Get Wet” proving especially frenzied and celebratory.
Much more earnest, meanwhile, was The Gaslight Anthem, who provided a nostalgia-laden performance haunted by lyrics about Friday nights and radios. Subdued fare like the mournful âThe Queen Of Lower Chelseaâ balanced more uptempo offerings like âGreat Expectationsâ and the title track from the bandâs 2008 breakthrough, The ’59 Sound. Throughout, the group’s set perfectly encapsulated their vintage Americana garage-punk sound and aesthetic. Less expected, meanwhile, was their straightforward cover of Nirvanaâs âSliver.â
On the more cinematic side, Coheed And Cambriaâs early evening Saturday set fused the bandâs epic ambitions with their more melodic sensibilities. For every tumultuous âNo World For Tomorrowâ and the war-ready âIn Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth: 3,â the hooky âThe Sufferingâ and the brat pop of âBlood Red Summerâ kept the set breezy and, most importantly, fun. With less of the bandâs slogging, proggy material and more of their earlier lean cuts, Coheed kept the crowd engaged and energized. And with a crushing rendition of âWelcome Homeâ to close their set, the band left the stage with nothing less than a full-on battle call.
Similarly playing with everything they had was Chicagoâs White Mystery, who owned a mid-afternoon performance on Sunday at the Rebel stage. The brother-sister team of Alex and Francis White charged through their set like they were headlining the festival, with all the thrash and cacophony to rival any four-man band at the event. From the blues/punk swagger of âBirthdayâ to the garage fuzz of âBlood & Venom,â the sibling pair displayed a raw hunger that kept their set authentic and enjoyable.
Itâs too bad the same couldnât be said of fellow hometown heroes Alkaline Trio. The local punk legends turned in a lukewarm set that rarely caught on with the crowd and somehow never locked in what should have been a sure thing. Instead, classic cuts like âCringeâ inspired half-hearted sing-alongs. It certainly didnât help matters that a poor vocal mix plagued the set, especially for the drowned-out Dan Andriano. Despite the bandâs hometown legacy, Alkalineâs performance simply lacked enough passion or intensity to make any real impact.
Thankfully, Saturday headliners Rise Against represented the Windy City and damn near burnt down the house with an intense and celebratory homecoming. From opener âHelp Is On The Wayâ on, the bandâs performance carried a dire urgency that never let up. âReady To Fall,â off 2006âs The Sufferer & The Witness, brought with it breakdown bluster and heavy thrash, while Revolutions Per Minute standout âLike The Angelâ proved an old-school highlight. Elsewhere, the much more recent âSatelliteâ and 2004âs âGive It All,â kept the set fast and frenetic. And a pause in closer âSaviorâ before the crush of frontman Tim McIlrath belting out â1,000 miles away!â kept the energy on an upward trajectory through the actâs final moments onstage.
In a weekend of nostalgia indulgence and playing like the stakes arenât what they used to be, Rise Against closed out night one of Riot Fest as if guitars aren’t fighting a losing battle. Along the way, they made a case for real, live rock ‘n’ roll in an age of laptops and indifference. Itâs not a moment too soon.
— Jaime deâMedici
More pics! (All photos by Timothy Hiatt).
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