This is what it gets you: the only almost completely backlit gig I can remember seeing, slight eye strain from the blinding white light behind the Beach House for some of the songs and a sense that they'd be better off streaming their magnificent tunes on Spotify then sitting back and relaxing.
|Extreme back lighting|
The ethereal new album, Bloom, is exactly the sort of dreamy sound you'd want to take to your imaginary beach house. Especially in this weather. It opens with a wistful wind-bell, ebbs and flows on gentle seahorse waves and washes over you like an invigorating dip in the Atlantic ocean.
Live, not so much. Drum machine complemented by a real life drummer, Victoria's vocals even less discernible than usual, and performed in silhouette. It's as though they don't want to be recognised. The most rock and roll they get is Alex's bent-double Stratocaster-bobbing and her sequinned sparkly top. It's also admittedly difficult to get into a Beach House zone on a freezing Monday night in west London when an Arctic wind whistles round your neck every time the entrance door opens on the first floor.
|What's that lady saying?|
Banter? Forget it. "It's so nice to see you," Victoria ventures 15 minutes in. Wish we could say the same, we think, squinting into the light. Later, "It's our nineteenth time in London. You're like an old pony." Yes, that's what we are - an old pony. You'd just think the stagecraft stuff would be so much better after 18 previous efforts in London alone.
What's even more bizarre is the downbeat contrast with their bright and vibrant videos. The clip for the majestic Wishes is like a cross between the superb Friday Night Lights TV show, a Coen brothers film and a Flaming Lips stage show.
So how come for the live gig Victoria settles for the odd swish of her long hair behind her coffin keyboard and Alex can hardly be arsed to get off his stool for most of the gig?
The reason? They don't have to. The gigs sell out, the new album is brilliant and the sound is everything. If you want showbiz bugger off to watch another duo like the Pet Shop Boys or something.
|White indie media crowd better lit than the band|
Technical notes if you're going tonight: Beach House were on stage at 9.30pm and the set lasted 90 minutes. The support act, Marques Toliver, is an astonishing solo soul-singing violinist who samples and loops his fiddle brilliantly and gets exasperated when people talk through his set.