Although he made his name as a collaborator of the fast-rising Aussie producer Flume, Chet Faker's solo material is a much starker affair, dealing with heartbreak and isolation. Considering that, it's a little strange that he played to a fervent, mid-sized audience at Sasquatch in the dance tent on either side of a set that produced 40 minutes of hands-in-the-air crowds (Ryan Hemsworth and Tokimonsta). Faker was aware of that, however, and adapted accordingly; by elevating the low-end elements of his set and keeping firmly at a mid-tempo pace, Faker transformed his debut album, Built On Glass, from a insular, headphones-friendly venture into something more physical and groove-based. His voice, a soaring and subtle croon, was in fine form as well, and ironically, it served as the gateway to more than a handful of couples dancing together. Faker's set was a sleeper hit of Saturday night; an unassuming but affecting fifty minutes of a rising star showing off all of his strengths.
With a name like Chastity Belt, there has to be an amount of self-awareness with your music, and the Seattle quartet definitely have it. However, that doesn't mean self-seriousness, which is what Gretchen Grimm, Lydia Lund, Julia Shapiro, and Annie Truscott definitely don't have. Some of the Sasqua…
Ten minutes into Jonathan Wilson's terrific afternoon set at Sasquatch, something clicked. His band, already well into their second song of psychedelic, desert-tinged rock, hit a groove-based stride, and Wilson transformed the Yeti stage from a small corner in the Pacific Northwest into a highway i…
