Because I stayed for the entirety of Perfume Genius and then got waylaid by some work, I missed a good chunk of Sleater-Kinney’s performance. They’re one of those bands where I’ve always been meaning to get into them more, and last night was a major reminder that I really should do that. I have no idea what songs I was there for, but everything was ferocious. Considering there’s only three people onstage, there is a tremendous amount of power coming from a Sleater-Kinney performance. They were on one of the festival’s biggest stages, and it simultaneously felt like the triumphant festival headlining slot that it was, and — from where I was standing, at least — a small, sweaty club show.