Nice writeup on John Talabot. Going to be one of these every month running up to the festival:
So imagine this: Talabot manipulating a mess of drum machines and samplers on stage as the sun slowly dips into the Columbia River and before you even realize it, the vocals of “Sunshine” begin to eclipse a muddy heap of distortion and twinkling chimes and come to coalesce perfectly with the razor sharp kicks. You’ve been waiting for this moment of blissful satisfaction for the past hour and when it hits, it’s impossible not to get swept up in the moment. Patience pays off after all.