City Paper is not for tourists
“Beach pop” is one of the more ridiculous pseudogenres to emerge from 2009, but Real Estate’s particular shore songs—sun-soaked and tortoise-paced, woozy but deliberate—fit the label. “What you want is just outside your reach/Keep on searching/You’re walking down that Pensacola beach/Keep repeating,” sings the New Jersey band’s frontman, Martin Courtney, in “Beach Comber,” suggesting a darker shade of ocean blue. This is indie pop for escapists, but Courtney’s also thinking (not too hard) about escapism and coming away with ennui. The band’s four members first gigged together about a year ago, so—given that they’re about to drop an album and perform almost every remaining day of 2009—their taste for sun and sand clearly hasn’t been too distracting. Whatever’s swishing around in their coconut glasses, I’ll take some, too.
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