Bob Moses is the human embodiment of the culturally ubiquitous Snapchat floral crown. Itís nonchalantly cool and dressed for summer, but itís also not here to make a statement. You can take a group picture during it because itís a lull perfect for recalibratingĖand you can dress it up with a filter to make the occasion seem more fun.
The Vancouver-bred, New York-made three-piece band hit the star-crossed Cirrus Logic stage Sunday afternoon and churned out its aristocratic poolside jams perfect for South Congress brunches, where plates become immortalized by social media.
Iím certainly not above that. ďBefore I FallĒ connected with tambourine-led percussion and gorgeous riffs.
ďHey you know who this is?Ē an exuberant swaying man said in front of me. He missed the ďBob MosesĒ stenciled onto the bandís front-and-center bass drum.
Bob Moses was started by journeymen musicians and producers Tom Howie and Jimmy Vallance, who funneled their indie rock and trance backgrounds into pleasant tunes that are great for commercial licensing. Itís subtle and steadfast, but for an iteration of ACL thatís been defined by dad rock, flaming EDM, and Kendrick Lamar, Bob Moses bled into the pack.
A word about the Cirrus Logic stage: For years attendees have been conditioned to expect it to cause congestion in its old locale near the food court. Now itís to the right of the Barton Springs entrance, and totally forgotten. You know how a friend will text you to meet up near a flag but itís too dense to ever get there? Not so during Bob Moses, a set that made an ideal meeting point because it was rich with cell service.
Plop down your inflatable couch and take a seat if you like, Iím leaving after 45 minutes to get a good spot for Willie.]]