Tame Impala finishes tamely impaling my ears with good music and I am ready to leave as my legs are on their last legs. In the dim light of the festival grounds a stranger singles me out. “Yo, I saw you in the mosh pit at The Story So Far,” he says. “You killed it.” I nod and smile.
Tame Impala live is an experience worlds apart from the studio version. While the main beats of each song remained, all of the tracks were stretched and warped, making for a hazy, dream-like rendition of Parker’s peerless production. Arms waving, hips swinging and heads bobbing, the crowd was spasmodic from start to finish. Motor City and all its visitors may have never been mesmerized so.