Beach House and The Walkmen @ The Henry Fonda Theater
Photo by Leslie Kalohi for the LAist.
Baltimore's Beach House performed their synthesized pop before a huge crowd at the Fonda Theater on Tuesday night. With her long hair, heavily ringed fingers, and dark clothing, Victoria Legrand, gave off the appearance of a gothic lady that got lost looking for her heavy metal band, wandered into this indie troop, and decided to stick around. Her voice had all the appeal of glazed doughnut that had been left under the couch for a few weeks. It was very sweet, very sticky, kinda fuzzy (it was hard to make out the words), and not all that appealing.
The heavy plodding pop had no zeniths or nadirs, but steadily marched along in a comforting warm sort of lullaby. With the incredibly monotonous drum line that I would compare to the footsteps of a giant (as in Jack and the beanstalk) I came to the conclusion that if giants had lullabies for their children, Beach House has written a series of songs that would suit them perfectly. The most lively thing in that band was guitarist, Alex Scally, who weaved intricate licks into an otherwise bland performance. He was the brown sugar in their oatmeal if you will.