He didn't even pretend a rapport with the audience. His first spoken words of the night came before the fifth song, and they were well-practiced platitudes. "You guys are the best we've played to," etc.
Still, the show was visually appealing and the band hit all their notes. Like the festival they were headlining, they were diligent, and only occasionally memorable. Arguably, they peaked here (as elsewhere) with "Hard to Explain," a song released when the high-schoolers in the audience hadn't even hit puberty yet. They didn't match, in energy or commitment, Lupe Fiasco's set mid-afternoon, right before Girl Talk.
Only here would a mash-up DJ with no commercially released material be scheduled after a rapper with three albums on the Billboard 200. Fiasco, who performed in cammo cargo pants and a jean jacket emblazoned with "Laser Club," delivered a scorching performance that left no audience member unturned.