My apathy towards Beach House may have been dispelled after their triumphant Fleapit show last December, but I’m still yet to be convinced that they’ve reached their full potential as a live band. There’s a reserve to their performance that fits the bewitching nature of their spacious dream-pop, and it sure sounds bloody lovely, but I can’t shake the feeling you’d get the same effect by playing the album really loud and have the band mime over it.
(Photo: Anika Mottershaw)
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