For the third time this year, Portland-natives Blind Pilot
descended on a boisterously burgeoning fan base in New York City, once more gracing the stage of the Bowery Ballroom. Though the band opted out of entering the venue on bicycles (much to the dismay of those who rode in from Williamsburg), their soothing blend of unusual strings, harmonious vocals, droning accordion and sprinkling of trumpet was the perfect prescription for warming up a very soggy Friday.
Though front man Israel Nebeker humbly confessed the heightened state of anxiety they feel every time the band plays New York, no one would have been able to guess. On the contrary, from flawlessly playing through technical malfunctions to casually tossing jokes with bassist Luke Ydstie to nailing every song with meticulous precision, Blind Pilot seemed as laid back as any band could be, especially after spending a year touring the country (a couple of times). Perhaps the only thing more contradictory to the extraordinarily tight performance than the sextet's stamina is the fact that a room full of New Yorkers in their burly beards and flannel shirts actually managed to look more Portland-ish than the band members themselves. - josh cacopardo
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