The Psychelic Furs/X
MTelus, 8:30 p.m.
While there are sometimes rock stars at the FIJM (Peter Frampton, Doobie Brothers, etc.), or even prog stars (King Crimson here, Tangerine Dream there), a double punk program is a notable rarity: offering X, Los Angeles anti-Eagles, and the irreducible Psychedelic Furs, survivors of post-nuclear London, it’s cheeky. At the MTelus, so close to Les Foufs, it feels like 1977. Almost. Singer Exene Cervenka, who battles multiple sclerosis, still goes wild on stage with X, and Richard Butler and his Furs are still dangerously effective. Like what the ” no future » had old days to ensure.
Mississippi Heat
Symphonic parterre, 9 p.m. and 11 p.m.
Here is Mississippi Heat, the group, like on the first day. Distant, that first day. They have three decades of performance in the body, and a dozen albums in the hold. Pierre Lacocque is at the helm, entrenched, and there are countless crew members of his formidable blues-rock orchestra. The rotation of the workforce is done at a rhythm as regular as a paddle steamer on the great river: yes, it’s a bit the same all the time, but between Chicago and the delta, you never get bored.
The Roots
Festival Square, 9:30 p.m.
It’s the grand finale of the festival, and it’s hard to imagine a bigger event more eventful than The Roots. The group is at its peak, its leader, Questlove, arrives crowned with an Oscar, America as a whole knows its ability to play everything, and not just the hip-hop of its beginnings: hear it and see it every night at Tonight Show by Jimmy Fallon provides a stunning demonstration of this. His visits to the Métropolis (since 1996!) testify to this even more powerfully: he set the place ablaze each time. Stronger than Kamasi Washington? That could be.