Who: Atlas SoundWhen: 4 p.m.Where: Broad Street StageAtlas Sound played in the lull of the afternoon, in that time when the diurnal festival-goers are winding down and the more vampiric sorts are still rubbing the sleep boogers out of their eyes. This was a wise move, because Atlas Sound is not shake-your-ass-in-the-grass festival music. More like pass-out-on-the-grass music. Bradford Cox knows this, comparing his set to an afternoon nap for all of us to replenish our energy stores pre-Dylan and apologizing for playing mostly new songs instead of his older stuff. There was no need for the apology: the guy’s music translated better than I could’ve possibly imagined it would at a festival. The crowd seemed pacified, but not bored. For those of us who needed a rest, we’d found the best possible place to be at the entire festival, and it was a welcome relief. I didn’t end up taking a nap, but I left his set feeling as if I had. Note: this post went up on Monday, but has been backdated for continuity purposes.