Starting in a place of darkness has always given Beach House its balance, its symmetry, its heft. Despite the incongruity of a sandy-and-sunny name (unless that house is in grey and rocky Brighton), theirs is a poignant place of musical melancholia mired in thick electronica, noisy bent-string guitars, dense tom-tom rhythms, and a lead vocalist whose affinity for Nico-esque singing and neo-Beat poetry could snatch the air out of any room from its gravity.
No one gets out of here alive when Beach House is around.
And yet, there is/was something joyful, elevated, elegant and celebratory about a clad-in-black and singularly (simply, starkly, dramatically) backlit trio singing “Star death ringing / Brought fear” (“Dark Spring”), and “You want to go / Inside the cold / It’s like a tomb” (“Black Car”) through a pulsing, electro-din reminiscent of Black Celebration-era Depeche Mode and a slower Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
Oh, and this happened at the Tower Theater in Upper Darby on Thursday night. Continue reading →