Words by Cameron Cook
Photos by Abbey Braden

MAN MAN, 2:30PM, STILLWEL STAGE

Cameron says: Somewhere between a voodoo witch hunt and a Neanderthal mating ritual, Man Man snugly fit, a Philadelphia collective I saw open for the Arcade Fire a year ago and have only gotten weirder (and more brilliant). Their entire set consists of one song woven into another, a humongous medley of quasi-nonsensical yelps and wails, with band leader Honus Honus (at least I think that’s his name, for some reason research seems useless) pounding the keys on his organ as if they were on fire and only his fingers could put them out.