I felt sleepy during the Beach House show at Emo’s last night/this morning. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. They’ve got a sort of Mazzy Star/Cat Power in an echo chamber sound with a small amount of electronica thrown in, and when you put that on at 1am on a Sunday, my eyelids get heavy. It’s not that it wasn’t enjoyable, though I could have settled for one less opening act, it’s just that it made me wish I was listening in bed and I could have let any one of the songs tuck me in for the night. Instead, I had to pull myself off my stool and walk eight blocks in the freezing cold. Still.
As an aside, the bartender had Ghostbusters going with only the subtitles, and in between bands, and during some of the lesser ones, I found myself watching intently and remembering what a great movie that is. So, in a nutshell, my chief takeaway from seeing four bands into the wee hours last night is a strong desire to rent Ghostbusters.
p.s. no pictures. you try hitting flicker with the words beach house and see how quickly you come across a shot of the band instead of 16,000 actual beach houses
