Bill Graham Civic Auditorium

Perhaps the most striking performance of the night was the band’s rendition of “Pink Rabbits,” an elegy to the wistfulness and disquieting melancholy that can endure (for Berninger, at least) even within long-term relationships.

Cunningham’s full-bodied vocals evinced an uncanny ability to marry with the band’s verve-imbued groove, at times in unexpected ways.

It’s through songs like this that Jungle keeps listeners on their toes, dancing as they wait for the next surprise. 

Melanie Martinez has returned, as weird and mystical as ever.

I walked into the venue head-so-empty that my head could’ve been in the clouds, and I just existed—listening to Maggie Rogers’s angelic voice harmonizing not only with the music but the lovely aura she had created within.

Stromae’s production lifted attendees into another dimension — one where the ordinary is celebrated, tough times are acknowledged and language or cultural differences do not hinder our ability to form a community.

Zedd flaunted his wide-ranging DJing skill, sliding in remixes of beloved pop music tracks to keep each of his four separate sets unique.

On Sept. 2, Joji transformed the auditorium into a utopia transcending time, where fans floated on luscious clouds listening to his ethereal melodies.

Even after producing 2010s mainstays such as “Breezeblocks,” alt-J has proven its ability to adapt to the alternative scene’s ever-shifting ecosystem.

Stormy lighting and effervescent raindrops lit up the back screen as Said the Sky began his set to thunderous cheers and whoops.