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May I suggest a drink at the Trencherman before a show at Subterranean? And may I suggest the gin and juice drink called "Damn, Son!"?
What’s a good label for Beach Fossils’ music? Lo-fi made more sense a few years ago. Dream pop works, as does anything with reverb + another word, as does the acrophobic “Brooklyn Rooftop.” And since the release of their second full-length LP earlier this year, the more aggressive Clash the Truth, melodic punk has rightfully nudged its way into the argument.
Good news for everyone at the show on Wednesday night: live music releases us from the burdens of genre. Especially when the band we’re seeing has come to please. Dance party is the only genre of a Beach Fossils show.
Frontman and founder Dustin Payseur—whose curly locks are always at that perfect three-days-since-his-last-haircut length—has a sweet and honest voice and demeanor. A few songs in, he admonished those immobile, arms-folded patrons that make up a hefty percentage of fans at indie shows. “I’m glad these guys up here are dancing, but I want everyone dancing,” Dustin said. And after asking whether it was Tuesday or Thursday, and getting confirmation it was indeed Wednesday, he said “I know you guys gotta work tomorrow, but I’m working up here right now.”
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