When you name your band Lemonade, fans will expect some twee-ass chillwave. Thankfully, this Brooklyn-via-San Francisco outfit actually indulges in trance-y, tribalist dance music, the kind that those repressive military troops couldn’t help losing it to in Claire Denis’s Beau Travail. On their self-titled debut, Lemonade deliver tracks such as “Big Weekend” and “Bliss Out,” multi-sensory affairs of big beats and dislocated vocals that scatter one’s reality. This is the closest approximation to doing drugs (without actually being on them)that modern music has achieved since Factory Records shuttered in 1992. With Lady Lazarus.
Fri., May 6, 8 p.m., 2011
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on April 27, 2011