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The Stranger was relieved to find that both Native American headdresses AND flower crowns were rarities this year at Sasquatch! Face paint and animal costumes were still in abundance, as were stupid people's piles of stupid backpacks in everyone's way during shows, if that counts as a trend.

THE MYSTERY OF IRMA VEP – A Penny Dreadful, playing Feb. 8-26 at Intiman Theatre
Laugh till it hurts at this outrageous camp comedy the NYTimes calls “Wickedly funny!”

• Friday's OutKast show on the main stage may have been the best show anyone has ever seen in their lives. André 3000 and Big Boi emerged from a glowing cube—André looked incredible jumping around the stage in a white wig and a jumpsuit that read "everything is temporary" with tags on his hips reading "FOR SALE" and "SOLD OUT." The opening combination of Stankonia cuts "B.O.B." into "Gasoline Dreams" set it the fuck off—especially with a live backing band. The duo then went through their extensive catalog of American classics, proving that they are still the definition of unfuckwithable.

M.I.A. was probably the second-best thing we saw all weekend (with honorable mentions going to Chastity Belt and Die Antwoord). Our girl came out in a gold sweat suit, keeping it totally laid-back—even stopping everything at one point to reapply her bright-red lipstick. Her backup dancers were on point, especially the one male dancer with a grill who never, ever stopped moving. Highlights included "Sunshowers," "Galang," "Bucky Done Gun," and bringing a bunch of ecstatic young women on stage to dance along to "Boyz" (and take hella selfies).

• Overheard in the crowd at Die Antwoord on Friday: "I totally don't mind when hot bros take their shirts off. The male gaze is strong here."

• It seemed like half of Seattle came to Sasquatch! on Friday to see Liars, who were mysteriously absent. No announcement was made from the stage—the festival app simply said, "Canceled." Rumor has it they missed their flight and all their gear may have been stolen, which is terrible.

• Comedian Hannibal Buress (you may know him as the dreamy/stoned dentist on Broad City) ended his Sunday set at Sasquatch! with a nonsense-mumble-rap song, which he insisted on redoing four times. It was amazing.

• Someone drew a penis on a Ryan Henry Ward cutout artwork on the Sasquatch! grounds on Friday. It was covered by a leaf the next day. Censorship, man. recommended