Brooklyn quartet Grizzly Bear’s music has been labeled everything from “pastoral” to “fussy” to “precious”, and I can’t say the group was undeserving of any of these qualifiers after witnessing their Sunday evening set this year at Pitchfork Festival. As with The National, Grizzly Bear got an upgrade in both set time and attendance relative to the last time they played this particular fest, mostly due to the slow build of internet hype that’s been gently whirring about these neo-folksters since the release of their expansive and (at times) downright proggy 2006 album Yellow House.
As beautiful and harmonic as most of their recorded work is, and as surprisingly bombastic as their 2007 set was, I still had trouble quelling some doubts about the band as I jockeyed for position amongst the masses: Would the ever-so-subtle flourishes of reverb-drenched flutes and oboes get lost in the already overstuffed mix of vocal harmonies and spindly guitar riffs? Would the songs crumble under their own weight without the rigorous studio sheen their recorded counterparts can thank for propping them up during their most anal-retentive moments? More importantly, would my urge to sit down and give my aching back a rest be overpowered by the desire to rock out to music this baroque and, well, wimpy?
I wish there was an easy answer for this matter, but just like the Grizz’ themselves, it’s not that simple. From the ominous piano plunking that chases the bridge away from the second chorus right down to the acoustic guitar breakdown that guitarist Daniel Rossen clearly aped from 70’s smoothcore powerhouse America, opener “Southern Point” sounded right on in terms of fidelity to the version on wax. Little Brother”, on the other hand, was the reworked arena-friendly rendition from the groups 2007 stopgap EP Friend, as opposed to its original incarnation as a strummy acoustic number that anchored the first half of Yellow House. And thank god for that- the updated version is so ripe with stop/start dynamics and hooks that I even caught grey-haired dude in a Black Flag t-shirt banging his head a mere ten feet away.
And then everything went to shit. At some point during “Little Brother”, Rossen shot the stinkeye over to the sound booth at stage left for what was clearly an egregious technical flaw with the sound system that may as well have been an inside joke between himself and the now-panicking soundguy he clearly wanted to strangle. It shortly seemed as if Rossen realized he had to quickly get back to his job of, ya know, playing music for thousands of adoring fans that paid good money to see him, but Rossen persisted by flitting back and forth between the sound booth to resolve what ended up being a ground loop in the groups monitors. A faint “bzzzzzzzzzzz” seems like the kind of thing most other bands on the bill would’ve played through, but when you make chamber music that’s equally adored by librarians and Williamsburg’s trust-fundiest elite, it can never be that easy.
After an onstage powwow that ended in what looked like a collective “fuck it, dude” shrug, the show went on. Grizzly Bear was finally able to find their bearings with “Ready, Able”, a track from Veckatimest replete with woozy organs and pulsing bass notes that best represents the groups ability to lead you on with as little as possible until everything comes together in a cataclysm of sprawling harmony. The thundering staccato of “We Live Together” further exemplified this skill, while “Fix It”, another track from singer Ed Droste’s lo-fi bedroom effort Horn of Plenty, blossomed from a spare and mysterious beat-driven vehicle for Droste’s dour tenor to one of the most captivating melodies of the evening.
For all of their bloated sonics and prissy perfectionism, the feeling I got after witnessing such a flawed yet ambitious and outsized set from Grizzly Bear was still one of overwhelming satisfaction. While the gestalt of indie rock continues to lean on the fuzzed out nihilism and damaged hooks of lo-fi groups like Wavves and No Age, it’s good to know that musically as shamelessly hi-fi as Grizzly Bear still has its place, even if that place may be on a shelf next to your dad’s Steely Dan and ELO records.
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Live Review by Pete Cottell. Follow Pete on Twitter.
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