I’ve had this fantasy for years about seeing Beach House on a cool summer night, under a full moon, just at dusk. Dreams do come true – just not in the exact form you imagined – there were a few revisions last night.
Cool summer night? Fuck: check. Straight up cold would be more appropriate. Full moon? Yes – also thick menacing clouds and a stiff breeze – Also 20,000 other people pushing around were not exactly in my dream (In my dream – it’s my wife and I and a litter of Maine Coon kittens).
I got up to the front of the stage in really good time – time enough to carry 2 G&T and still find my way up to the absolute front and center and touching the crowd barrier. Nice. About 5 minutes till the band came on stage – absolutely no room to maneuver – there are still younger girls trying to bombard their way up further and pushing – demanding to be let closer – worming their way in and dragging their squealing pixie friends through with. Through out the set – this would occur a lot – one young lassie actually got mad at me because I told her to ‘please stop trying to climb on my shoulder’ – which was met with the obvious response of “well you can enjoy it with me on your shoulders then fuck you”. All of this occurring during my favorite song of theirs – so I closed my eyes and just let the human biomass wash over me like a tidal wave of spoiled milk. No one can ruin my first Beach House gig – no one. If the young lady can and is reading this: you need a spanking.
Beach House themselves – unaware of my babysitting drama at their feet played splendidly – mixing up predictably a batch of songs from “Teen Dream”, “Bloom” and last summer’s “Depression Cherry” and “Thank You Lucky Stars”. I could list them – but highlights for me were “Levitation” and “10 Mile Stereo”.
The sound mixing in my opinion was a bit off. The guitar and synth (basically the only thing Beach House are supposed to be) were buried deep in the mix behind the often heavy-handed drums and plonking bass. These of course are still the elements that come along and flesh out the normally 2-person operation that is Beach House.
Beach House of course are not ever going to be a band to go nuts over – their beautiful mix of dreamy pop and down-tempo synth driven lo-fi is just not designed to lift an audience with muscle like many of the party bands on a festival line-up – this is music to hug your friends, close your eyes and let the night wash over you – which is why I felt this was a rare chance when a crowd can actually be inappropriate for the performance.
Still – Victoria Legrand (also very aware she was the first woman to front a major band on stage the entire festival) was absolutely spell binding to hear and see. After staring at her – mesmerized for over an hour – I still probably can’t pick her out from a crowd – she has this mysterious beauty about her that I can’t quite put my finger on. She’s probably the most enchanting chanteuse in music today – and she showed thousands of people how it’s done with not much flash – just presence.
So, not the most ideal circumstances to se one of my favorites – however they delivered and I am lucky to at least have a dream come true on technicality.
"So, not the most ideal circumstances to se one of my favorites – however they delivered and I am lucky to at least have a dream come true on technicality." (4.5/6)