I could barely contain myself on the ferry as my friends and I headed to All Points West. Unfortunately, I realized a bit too late that my Converse sneakers, with their infamous lack of arch support, might not have been a great idea for the 11 hours of standing and dancing in store for me. I’d pay for that later, but first, The Go! Team! My previous experience seeing bands with heavy electronic components has been highly disappointing — the detail those sounds add to the recordings often end up getting lost in most outdoor settings — so I approached the Go! Team expecting some disappointment. Thank God I was wrong, because they were one of the most exciting bands I saw that day. The band rushed the stage in a wave of florescent colors, with star-shaped tambourines, harmonicas, and enough catchy chants to distract everyone from the heat. They mostly played stuff from their new album Proof of Youth, as their full-length debut, Thunder, Lightning, Strike, is largely without vocals. But songs like “Do it Right” and “The Wrath of Marcie” got everyone clapping and shouting along.

After a few hours in the “Do Lab” — a DJ booth with flowers that sprayed mist and looked like they were designed by Ray Bradbury — my friends and I checked out the dulcet tones of Welsh sensation Duffy. It seemed that half of the men were there just to watch her prance around stage in those red patent leather pumps. The other half, and all the women, were there to either hear her play “Mercy,” or just to listen to her talk, because let’s face it, Welsh accents are adorable. With not much material to work with yet, she stuck to her disappointingly downbeat first album, Rockferry. She had some amusing audience banter, mainly admitting to her poor dancing skills, which made her seem even cuter, and threw in a cover of “Cry to Me” with a fun, calypso beat. But everyone was just waiting for her finale, where she belted “Mercy” to a crowd that had been dying to dance the whole set. Duffy suffers from having talent but not enough good material to work with, but she was still the cutest thing at APW that day (with Thom Yorke pulling a close second).

More APW, and Girl Talk, after the jump…

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It broke my heart to leave Andrew Bird halfway through his set,especially since I got endless entertainment out of the spinninggramophone he had sitting on his amps. But my curiosity and love forneon sunglasses got the best of me, and I just had to see Girl Talk(pictured). Girl Talk, AKA Gregg Gillis, posed a question to APWattendants: How do you made a concert out of a CD that’s essentially anextended DJ set? This isn’t a club setting, so people need a stage topay attention to. But who wants to watch an hour and a half of some guyplaying on his computers? But Gillis answered his own question: Youhave a party. Sure, he was on stage with his computers, but so wereabout 100 brightly clad concert-goers, a bearded lady, and guys inpolice uniforms throwing balloons, beach balls, and toilet paper intothe audience. Gillis spent half of his time creating new mash-ups (YaelNaim’s “New Soul” and Khia’s “My Neck, My Back” was one particularlyamusing combination) and the rest incorporating bits from his twoalbums, Feed the Animals and Night Ripper. The rest ofthe time he spent running around on stage and into the audience,wielding a makeshift toilet paper gun made out of a leaf blower. Iprobably would have had more notes on his particular musical talents,but I was too busy dancing to pay attention to anything else.