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There were relatively few youngsters who performed at Riot Fest day two, but certainly plenty in the crowd—many of them having been dropped off by mom a block away (I witnessed this while standing on the corner of Kedzie and Division, experiencing vivid flashbacks of my teenage years) and at least in one them holing up in a porta-potty for an inordinate amount of time while angry adults (myself included) beat on the door. Consumed with morbid curiosity, I followed said occupant as he finally, shamefully exited the urinal, rounded a corner, took a seat up against a chain-link fence, and quietly resumed puking. I’ve been there, little buddy—not that I needed that particular flashback.
Public vomiting aside, Riot Fest’s day two was just as pleasantly nostalgic (and less bloody) than Friday’s festivities—and at least will be less wet than today’s.
Alison Green
“Not much to ’em,” says the Reader‘s Kevin Warwick, “but the Lillingtons own a niche of Ramones-style pop punk that focuses on what makes the world turn: ape men, saucer men, and upper-level espionage.”
Andrea Bauer
“Flag’s Keith Morris on stage screaming, ‘FUCK YOU GREG GINN!’ Wow.” —Luca Cimarusti
Andrea Bauer
The Violent Femmes continued Saturday’s heady nostalgia streak.
