globalement déçu, et assez d’accord avec cet article du boston globe:

My Morning Jacket’s set began auspiciously enough, with the room pitch-black and percussionists in the aisles. And then the interesting part ended. What followed was an hour of muted rock tunes, sweetened with polite orchestral flourishes but only rarely elevated by the sort of dramatic interplay and cinematic scope one imagines a world-class orchestra and an imaginative rock band are capable of creating.

des bonus points pour la flying v dans un opéra, quand même.