Legrand Scheme Of Things.

Pitchfork.com Special Presentation: Beach House

I find this puzzling for two reasons:

1. I have a very hard time believing Beach House has their practice space inside a furry igloo, because frankly, sticking two men inside what appears to be the interior of a very clean Ugg boot would more likely yield an angry rap verse or furious metal music than dream-pop.

2. This sounds really good. Really, really good. Too good, even. It's not the same audio as on the album, but...something's up here. I mean, have you ever heard a live performance sound like this? A co-worker of mine thinks they recorded in the studio and then just shot the band performing to the playback, which actually seems to make sense.

And, well, maybe all of this sixth-season Lost stuff has gotten to my head, but take a look at 3:12 during "Take Care" - Victoria's fingers don't appear to be matching up with what's playing, but a bit afterwards, everything's in sync. Recording it live and dubbing it back over couldn't account for that, since everything would have to either sync or not sync. There would have to be another explanation...

Crap. I gotta stay away from all those those forums.

Lost, Not Found.

Hold the phone - you mean to tell me that Gregg is this big of a Lost fan and they haven't given him a cameo yet? His hair already looks like he lives in the jungle, he's constantly in the state of Lost homeostasis — both sweaty and attractive — and would have made a much better Karl than the shrimpy boy who played him, turning that brainwashing video into the base for a new track remixed with sounds of the island.

On the list of bad ideas J.J. Abrams has had, this ranks somewhere between that polar bear and trying to justify Hugo never losing weight.