I’m not saying Baths are crazy, I’m just saying they’re brave. There is no other word for a band that lets Young Fathers go first. While the headliner turned out Postal Service-lite jams for eagerly bopping bodies, Young Fathers stalked the shadows of Portland’s Rotture with an intensity that now seems foreign to the States. You’re doing Scotland proud, Young Fathers — America, can we please take note? For a band that traffics in a combination of avant-hip-hop and British soul, you’d expect there to be some disorder in the ranks. Left field isn’t for everyone, but people rarely cheer for openers like that. Start with “No Way” and “I Heard.”
Also worth your time is P. MORRIS, who sounds like an Evian Christ who isn’t so fixated on Texas rap, with deep R&B and choice Michael Jackson echoes. This lineup is why concerts are still worth going to, even if P. MORRIS was right about “Portland crowds not dancing.” We’ll do better next time.