Flume’s brand of house pop is stutter-speed retro – funked fireworks staggered into a head-rung swagger. Vocal samples – all at once familiar, alien, and impossibly close – moonwalk through cuts on this Australian’s self-titled 2013 debut as though each song is a themed space at a massive rave. While Flume‘s acid-dance grooves recall the salad days of Big Beat bounce, this new pollution is decidedly more user-friendly, hemorrhaging hooks and never quite shifting into face-melting warp drive. This could get really popular, or maybe it already is: his trio of shows are sold out.
Wed., July 16, 8 p.m.; Thu., July 17, 8 p.m.; Fri., July 18, 8 p.m., 2014
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 16, 2014