Saturday was sort of the hangover/wash of the week after an intense four days. Cancelled Vice parties, ten-minute Cool Kid sets, torrential rain. Really, there wasn’t much reason to celebrate. Still, we got to see Peter and Bjorn without John, which is not unlike a PB and J sandwich sans jelly. You thought it’d be a nasty mistake, but no, you’re sort of enjoying that gooey, tangy paste on the roof of your mouth. Aren’t you?
