Hey Marseilles
  • Hey Marseilles

I spent Friday and Saturday in the wilds of the King County Parks System for the Timber! [sic] Festival, so the orchestral pop from Hey Marseilles followed by lean, singsongy rock from Cults was an nice transition soundtrack to ease me into the Capitol Hill Block Party. The former evoke summer travels—all rolling hills, riding the rails to vibrant new places, scribbled moleskine reflections upon seeing familiar situations from a distance. The latter sound like a great day at the beach—warm breezes, feet dipped in the rippling water, dancing a bit as the sun goes down, being brainwashed through colorful flashing imagery. Both bands were winding down tours, having only recently reached Seattle from muggier points east. Their sets felt like loose sighs of relief and giddy anticipation, making a stretch of asphalt in the middle of a city under the gloating sun feel like a nearly-appropriate setting for a warm, sunny weekend.
Hey Marseilles
  • Hey Marseilles

Hey Marseilles
  • Hey Marseilles

Cults
  • Cults

Cults
  • Cults

Cults
  • Cults