That depends on whether you appreciate the raggedness of a thoroughly inebriated performance, or a performance that at least seems thoroughly inebriated, because I didn't party with Matthew Houck (aka Phosphorescent) before the show and can't provide hard evidence that he was over-the-ledge hammered (I can say with authority that I was at least near the ledge).
So assuming the baseline, that he was "acting" drunk, Phosphorescent's Chop Suey set was mapped from track to track like Houck put his entire catalog on a grammar school globe, spun it around blindfolded, pointed at a song, and then beckoned his band to play it. J. Tillman appeared onstage for one track and seemed to have no idea what he was supposed to do, like the show was an episode of Punk'd or something. Whatever it was, opening with the slow burning gothicism of the gorgeous 10-minute ballad "Los Angeles" is commendably ballsy.
But you know what? Phosphorescent's latest album, Here's to Taking It Easy, is so sensational, such an unbelievable upgrade from his prior works, that Houck could have sung it after a fifth of Evan Williams and it would have sounded a-okay. And maybe he did down that fifth; I'll never know nor care, and to pass negative judgment on such behavior would be calling the kettle black. So here's to taking it easy and getting hammered--or, preferably, both at once. War Eagle!