Earlier this week we kind of lost our minds over the ode to 80s adult contemporary, pop rock The War On Drugs unleashed with their tranquilizing new album, Lost in the Dream
. Adam Granduciel's soothing, album-long dip of classic Reagan-era Americana into a sea of hazy synths and guitar is an absolute vision. Naturally we had to see the man when he brought it all 99 miles north of Philadelphia for a 3 night run on NYC.
The set itself was a beaut, starting slowly with a misty cloud of keys and feedback kicking off "In Reverse". A snap of the snare would bring the band together, and everything would bud from there, pulling most of the songs from Lost
as well as the very best moments from its' predecessor, Slave Ambient
. For his part, Granduciel was one smooth operator. His playing, whether channeling something slow from the soul or doing the whole face melting thing, falls in the effortless department, as he coaxes different tones and textures from his guitar, switching gears with his foot pedals as often as a road racer on the Tour de France. Special note on Granduciel's drummer, Charlie Hall, as well. Not only did the man comfortably sport what was a very popular argyle sweater-vest with the crowd, but he gives Dawes' kit kicker, Grifin Goldsmith
, a run for his money in the goofiest drummer in rock category with his stiff armed style, occasional ecstatic shrieks of joy, and contagious fits of permi-grin.