Kevin Bronson on April 13th, 2014

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Who: Banks in the Gobi Tent
In 3 or Fewer Words: Barebones and cheekbones
Memorable Because: Jillian Banks’ 30 minutes of intimate confessionals ranked as nothing sort of mesmerizing – she’s part runway model and part intense narrator – even as out-of-place as they felt in the mid-afternoon clamor of pop bands. Performing with a percussionist and a guitarist/keyboardist and suffering, at times, a mix that was oppressive on the low end, Banks seems have only one gear: languorous. But it works for her. And so does the restrained production that accompanies her neo-R&B. If bands like the Neighbourhood the Weeknd are making anthems to teenage heartache, Banks is like the object of those affections, six years later, working on her graduate dissertation. Can’t wait to read the whole thing.
What I’d Tell My Friend Who Was At Bombay Bicycle Club: You were probably hanging with a gang of friends and not wandering the festival solo, right?
– K.B. (Concert photography by Scott Dudelson)