Bleached Fest Highlights: The Jungle Giants’ Electric Performance” Thoughts+Photos: The Jungle Giants at Bleached Fest 8/5/23
SAN DIEGO, CA- In the blazing heart of Bleached Fest, as the sun reached its zenith, The Jungle Giants emerged, immediately captivating the crowd with the familiar strains of “Something Got Between Us.” It was clear from the onset that this was going to be more than just a standard festival performance; it was to be a sun-drenched fiesta of indie pop glory.
Every note was a call to dance, every lyric an anthem for the assembled, and every beat a pounding affirmation of life. It’s a known fact that The Jungle Giants have an uncanny ability to set the stage on fire, but today’s performance had an edge, a rare kind of fervour that only comes from an alignment of the perfect venue, the right crowd, and a band on the top of its game.
One couldn’t help but be drawn to the band’s bassist, Andrew Dooris, a veritable powerhouse of animation. Every pluck, every slide, every bass-filled bar resonated not just through the speakers but through his very being. The rhythm section, often the unsung heroes of many a band, took centre stage as the bassist’s infectious energy seemed to ripple through the crowd, each oscillation creating a wave of movement and passion.
But it was the lead vocalist, Sam Hales, who truly stole the show. He he was every bit the rock star. Seizing every opportunity, he ascended stage monitors, using them as his personal pulpits, preaching to the euphoric masses. Each time he climbed, the crowd responded, their energy feeding his and vice versa in a symbiotic dance of ecstasy.
The Jungle Giants, seasoned as they are, have an innate understanding of the ebb and flow of live performances. Their set was a masterclass in dynamics, building to raucous highs and bringing it down to intimate lows, each transition seamless and each moment meticulously crafted.
By the time their set drew to a close, they left an audience not just entertained but exhilarated, the afterglow of their performance lingering like a sunburn – a reminder of a midday revelry that would be etched in the annals of Bleached Fest history.