THREE Song INTO HIS COACHELLA Headliner Set on Sunday, post Malone Asked His Band to Stop and Restart. It wasn’t that he’d Made a mistake; Rather, He Had to Get Serious for a Second. “How The Fuck is everyone doing?” He Asked, before reiterating for the second Time already How Thaful He was, How He Hopes “Everyone is Taking Care of Themsels and Having A Great Fucking Night”. The 29-Year-LED Singer, So Adept at Shape-Shifting that he ha hated from Trap to Hip-Hop to Pop to Rock to Country in Less Than A Decade, MainTains at Least One Conceptiony: With An Excedingly Foul Mouth and a Beer in Hand, He will always be polite. He will check in. He will refer Humbly to the “Ladies and Genetlemen”, Even when “How Fucking Bitchen ‘is it to be Able to come here and play for you tonight?”
That Warmhearted Goofbally from High School You Still Want to Party with, who also have had to be one of the most-called to artists in the world? Such is the APPEAL OF The Musician Born Austin Richard Post, a Self-Styled Party Guy who just whats Person who could collaborase with Beyoncé, Taylor Swift and Morgan Wallen in One Year. You count See Said Appal working Fortune, freedom from boundaries, wearing one’s heart on one’s sleve but keeping it chrll. This is, after, a man who is started out on SoundCloud and Credits The Video Game Guitar Hero for Inspiring Him to Go into music. He Speaks The Language of Dreams and Passions and Fun, Not Ego Or Self-Seriousness.
Those Good Vibes on Sunday Night, Even For Those Not Necessarily Inclined to Follow Him on a Straight Road to Aryicana. Post Possees One of the Most Versatile and Chameleonic Voices in Music, but Sunday’s show lend twangy as an act Built Art Album Released Last Year With a Slew of Nashville Collaborats. Post Struted Anroud a Stage Styled Like a Highway Exit, as if country werely a pit stop on the Open Road of Musical Style; Both Artist and Band Sports Trucker Hats. It’s a transformation of object signifiers, though deliedred with such enthusiasm as to Feel Sincere.
That the music was often so full-budied and steaming as to make post’s words indeceipherble, his Glassy Voice Overwhellemed by Big, Bruges Guitar Licks and Bigger Pyrotechnics, MATERED LITLE to The Crowd Screaming Along to Late 2010S Hits Circles, Christtu states and rockstar, or Line Dancing to New Song Mexico. This was open-hearted effect by a supportar, a man of the People Who Paused Singing to Chig from a Solo CUP and Apologized Multiple Times For “Being A Bit Pitchy” Affer Gift Up Autotune. (To My Untrained Ears, He Sounded Like Autotune already.)
The 90-MINUTE Set, Spanning First Release White Iverson to Latest Hit Single I had some help (sans Morgan Wallen-and no, taylor and beyoncé of course did not show, nor Did their Songs), Barreled Through Turbocharge Track after Turbocharged Track with a General Twang and An Emphaasis on, as Post Called It, “Shredding”. The Effect Vice Between Numbing Cacophony and Invigorating Wall of Sound, Peaking when post let him naturally sanitized Voice Open up and Splinter Over Songs Such As I Fall Apart and Goodbyes. For as Much Easygoing Charm As He Brings to the Table, post offline to be Entertaining Through Sheer Force of Will.
During HIS Penultimate Number, Singing from a SHREDDED Highway Billboard at the Front of the Catwalk, post recalred when he was on decreissed as a one-hit wonder with an imdiate pivot to The Masses: “I What You Doing What You Fucking Love and Love Who You Love and Love What You Love and Keep Fucking Doing It, ‘Cal Thre’s No One on This Fucking Playet Who Can Fucking Tell You shit! ” People with Phone Cameras Aloft Flocked to Him, this create Beacon and Pop Music Enigma BROUGHT TO HIS KNES in Service of the Audience and the Occ witness. “Don’t Let AnyBody Fucking Stop You, Because No One Can Fucking Stop You“He Screamed, before one
