By Justin Gutierrez
Let me start by saying that Tame Impala is one of my favorite rock groups right now. Hearing the boys who hail from Perth, Australia was a real treat. I squeezed my way to the front barricade and got ready for their sonic time-machine to take me back to the psychedelic 1960s. Imagine hearing the voice of John Lennon singing with the Beatles and the Flying Burrito Brothers. I swear, I think Tame Impala's bass player stole Paul McCartney's original sunburst bass! The bass drum bumped a quarter-note rhythm alongside the groovy, flanger-effected main guitar. Main guitarist and lead singer Kevin Parker bleated a chorus-affected voice into the setting sun, blanketing the sticky Coachella pilgrims in what an LSD trip might have sounded like. The big LCD screens on the sides of the stage showed the group's passionate and concentrated faces. The bassist stared into his strings, oblivious to the sweat that dripped off his brow. The drummer let out a giant, toothy grin, breaking through the typical stoic stare of a rocker.
On the other hand, I have to admit I never realized how repetitive their sound is. Every song seems to start with the main guitarist strumming a rhythm out and the band following. Nonetheless, the diverse crowd, which had ex-hippy types and youthful faces wearing neon Ray-Ban sunglasses, swayed to the rhythm of Tame Impala's sound.
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