Atlas Soundyou know, that Bradford Cox guyis used to being straight-up lauded. From Deerhunter to his lively online presence to this, his current solo incarnation, dude gets love like Barack's first four months in office. And yet, despite his legitimately beguiling work as Atlas Soundgreat, sweeping moments of electronic hiss and swoon, fuzzy blankets of acoustic guitar pulled tightly over sleeping heads, and whatever else he wants to transmit from the latest fertile place his mind has travelleddoesn't it seem like part of his allure is that, at any moment, the whole bit might suddenly explode, derail, or otherwise burn up like an onstage electrical fire? Maybe that's what true artistry is nowadays. Still, don't sit too close to the projector. That thing gets hot. With the Memory Tapes.
Wed., Feb. 3, 8 p.m., 2010
Get the This Week's Top Stories Newsletter
Every week we collect the latest news, music and arts stories — along with film and food reviews and the best things to do this week — so that you’ll never miss Village Voice's biggest stories.