My first impression of Delta Rae at the Starbucks Stage was how striking these beautiful young people were while singing underneath the Space Needle during the most lovely perfect sunset. Most of them were all lined up at the front of the stage, like all the folk-revival bands like to do nowadays. And they had a giant bass drum in the back, while they all harmonized and hollered and synchronized their stomping and handclaps.
But then a few songs in, I started to catch the undertone of sickly sweet phoniness in their songs, the sort of easy, safe vibe that all these propped-up major label bands have. Kind of like what a Starbucks frappuccino with like three pumps of extra sweetner would sound like if it were a band. And they did what may very well be the twentieth cover of "The Chain," that I've heard this year. Why did every band at every festival in 2013 feel the burning need to butcher that song??? How about we just give "The Chain," a breather for a few more years, okay?
I really liked the audience around me, however. Half a dozen older women busted out the most perfected Grateful Dead style dancing towards the back, the weed was flowing freely and the girl reading next to me on the grass was almost to the end of Game of Thrones. Maybe I was the only one mad about that cheesy fucking cover of "The Chain."