With a handle like F*ck Yeah Fest I expected a full fledged circus full of hysterical nudity, body art experimentation, dangerously sharp fashion accessories & a general recklessness bordering on public disaster. What I got was a veggie whopper of a good time without the long hours collecting cancer in the sun or the storms of security guards looking at me like I wore a bull's eye on my forehead.
The Geography of the F*ck Yeah Festival is almost as influential to the overall experience as the bands on its stages. Tucked away in the hilly hood of Echo Park/Silverlake, the area isn't exactly what you'd put on a postcard. Far removed from the pushy billboards, big breasts and lavish nightspots of the Sunset strip, this bohemian hideaway is a haven for those who like their jeans tight, hair accessories eccentric and music authentic. This year's festival -curated by Keith Morris of Black Flag and partner Sean Carlson-attracted a wildly eclectic set of the best in beyond cutting edge indieRead More »from F*ck Yeah Fest IV