It's the last day of Bumbershoot! We're going to see pretty much every band today! All the bands! A lot of the bands! Bands bands bands!

This post will be updated with reviews and photos as they come in! Enjoy!

Jonathan Richman: Bree McKenna tells us, "A horrible woman in a blue-velvet jester hat at the Jonathan Richmond show commented, 'Yeah, I've seen him before, years ago… I can't believe he's still doing this. Let's go to Neon Trees, they have better bathrooms there.' Everyone else stayed to sing along to Richman's lovable pop songs, occasionally interrupted by dance breaks featuring his wildly eccentric gyrations."

J. Cole: Kyle Fleck tells us, "J. Coles sensitive, low key hiphop was unfortunately augmented with electric guitar for the live show, which along with the subpar sound setup added an unintentionally hilarious level of bombast to the proceedings. I also realized my favorite Cole songs always have beats jacked from superior hiphop from decades past, which was a bummer. The crowd predictably loved every second of it."

Chimurenga Renaissance: Kelly O tells us, The word 'Chimurenga' roughly translates to 'revolutionary struggle' and the Zimbabwean hip hop project of Tendai Maraire translates into something you’ve never quite heard before. In a day and age when everything is recycled, Maraire is makes music that's unfuckwithable and original. Also, it should probably be noted that Maraire and Shabazz Palaces' Ishmael Butler (who hopped in on two songs) have the best sunglasses of anyone at this whole festival—probably of anyone on the entire West Coast."

Julianna Barwick: Kathleen Richards tells us: "Apparently I gave my ex-boyfriend Julianna Barwick's album a while ago because I thought he'd like it, although I did not like it. I do not recall this. Stepping inside the Pavilion Stage room felt like entering church: half the room was in repose, while others stood silently, solemnly, as if in prayer. With just her voice and keyboard, Barwick built layers upon layers of mesmerizing, haunting, gorgeous melodies; the emotions that poured out of her made me want to weep, for a long time. This was a feeling that no other act I saw at Bumbershoot came close to producing. I will be asking my ex-boyfriend for this album back."

Foster the People: Brooklyn Benjesdorf tells us, "Foster the People are the Pinterest of bands. They played to a crowd of high-school kids and various other types of amateurs."

Rose Windows: Dave Segal tells us, "Seattle psych/folk/blues group Rose Windows played without their keyboardist, but they still thrilled with a mix of old favorites ("Native Dreams," "Heavenly Days," "Walking with a Woman") and new songs that sounded like future hits. They've mastered their heavy and light proclivities and learned how to compose HUGE choruses."

Jacco Gardner: Brooklyn Benjesdorf tells us, "Jacco Gardner played to a small and pretty lackluster crowd for the last stop of their current tour. The sound was quirky and kind of jammy psychedelic indie rock—decent Sunday-morning type tunes tinged with a bit of melancholy."

Bomba Estereo: Kyle Fleck tells us, "Bomba Estereo's fizzy sugar rush of reggaton-leaning beats and manic-pixie dream chants was the most pleasant surprise of the day, a disorienting whirlwind of techno synths and good natured stage banter which finally overcame the dreaded Seattle freeze."

Hurray for the Riff Raff: Bree McKenna tells us, 'This is my response to murder ballads about shooting women or dumping them down wells,' said the sincere and charismatic Hurray for the Riff Raff front-woman, who was backed by a band of drums, standing bass, guitar, and pleasantly-clean politically-left folky rock. 'These guys used to be dirty dirty punks from New Orleans and now they're tapped into the NPR world,' chimed in the person next to me, 'They are awesome.'"

Mexican Institute of Sound: Dave Segal tells us, "Mexican Institute of Sound's fusion of electro funk and cumbia triggered widespread dancing and batting of beach balls con gusto (can I drop in a Hispanic! at the Disco joke here? No? Okay.). MIS's upful dance music featured lots of fun samples (John Barry's 'James Bond Theme,' Herb Alpert's The Dating Game theme, Van Halen's 'Jamie's Cryin',' etc.) and vocalist Camilo Lara said, pointing at various audience members, 'I didn't see you or you or you dancing; I'm going to keep an eye on you.'"

Tangerine: Dave Segal tells us, "Call me crazy (after 3 days of this 'shoot, you'd have justification), but I think nearly every Tangerine song has potential to get licensed to a teen-romance movie. Theirs is radiant, bubbly indie rock—think somewhere between Helium and Bettie Serveert—bolstered by active, propulsive drumming... although their last song recalled Dylan's 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door.'"

Shaprece: Kelly O tells us, "Electro-soul singer Shaprece’s music is so complex it’s hard to put a label on it. With three backup singers (one of which is her sister), a bassist, two violinists, a cello player, a DJ, and a a guy who was playing what looked like the neck of a bass guitar that had no body (what was that thing, anyway?), Shaprece sang a song called 'Remember' that was equal parts uplifting and pure melodic melancholy."

Twin Shadows: Kyle Fleck tells us, "I'll be honest: I never got the appeal of twin shadows neat n tidy throwback psych rock, and todays performance at the fountain did little to win me over. Too dancy to be brooding and too rigid to ever fly satisfyingly off the rails, my feelings were summed up best by the concert goer next to me muttering 'I keep waiting for something to happen'."

DakhaBrakha: Robin Edwards tells us, "Even though I was getting totally sunburned, I couldn't tear myself away from magical Ukrainian quartet DakhaBrakha's mesmerizing set. Wearing white dresses and tall furry black hats, the group delivered bewitching harmonies and a bevy of accordion, drum, and birdcall sounds that caused a dancing (probably sunscreen-equipped) preteen boy I pressed for comment to remark, 'They're crazy. They're weird. They're pretty good!'"

Campfire OK: Kathleen Richards tell us, "Full disclosure: Stranger art director Aaron Huffman plays bass in Campfire OK, and judging by their name, I expected a kinda mellow folkie sound. I was very wrong! This is dreamy, dancey, sweeping indie rock of the Doves-ish variety. Perhaps realizing this disconnect between name and sound, the band announced they have a new name: The Weather. No one will think of marshmallows again."

Valerie June: "Memphis songstress Valerie June enchanted the Starbucks stage crowd with what she announced was 'Tennessee organic moonshine roots music,' aka a soothing set of pretty Americana and gospel-tinged tunes brought to life by her powerful pipes. I was alarmed by the direct effects the name-brand stage had on an impressionable audience member, who turned to her husband and said, 'Honey, do you want to go to Starbucks after this? I wanna go to Starbucks.'"