Third time lucky, eh? I've had a slightly tempestuous relationship with Beach House, having loved their albums but not feeling their live shows at all but tonight things were finally set a-right. The Fleapit may be about the size of a cereal box and hotter than an Luciferian jockstrap forged from molten lava, but it provided the perfect environment for the dreamy synths and Victoria Legrand's vocals to envelope the audience like a giant blanket of joy. "Teen Dream" may very well be their strongest release yet, and despite "Gila" and a few other oldies making a welcome airing, the highlight was undoubtedly the wondrous "Walk In The Park," which made me swoon in a very Anika-ish way.
(Photo: Anika Mottershaw)
2 comments:
why hadn't you felt their live shows in the past?
I dunno...suppose they never sounded as cinematic and dense as they do on record. Bit insubstantial and joyless. They've improved immensely over the last couple of years though!
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