When EMA and her band buried Bonnaroo's Other Tent audience in an
avalanche of feedback and gut-wrenching poetry, they weren't too
worried about comfort—in fact, the guitar-toting noise-folk queen has
the bloody fingers to prove it. So naturally, when it came to finding
a place to crash, Erika M. Anderson wasn't looking for a four-star
hotel. Raised in South Dakota, now based in Portland, EMA has no
problem pitching a tent in the Manchester woods. "To be real honest,"
she says, "it's the end of the tour and I think we were all really
sick of coordinating stuff." But do they like camping? "Oh fuck yeah!
Look at this shit. We party." Thankfully, SPIN was invited. CHRIS MARTINS
Vince Staples is hardly the ingratiating type. “Don’t shake my hands unless you passing payment,” instructs the redoubtable young’un on “C.M.B.,” a paean to ruthlessly mercenary, Randian capitalism. “Keep your salutation / I need my 40 acres.” This ice-grilling Left Coaster is more Mack 10 than Myka 9, a verbal marksman who refuses to placate… More »