The New York art-rock duo, like Andy Kaufman or the Miami Marlins before it, seems to get off on alienating even its most ardent fans. The group’s third album, simply titled MGMT, finds the pair drifting further from the lighter-waving hooks populating the 2008 album Oracular Spectacular, incorporating psychedelic elements suggestive of Syd Barrett’s most out-there explorations.
Opener “Alien Days” sets the tone, piling on percolating synthesizers, acid-trip vocals and guitars as warped and melted as the clocks on a Salvador Dali canvas. Things only get weirder from there, culminating in “I Love You Too, Death,” a five-minute fog of ambient noise and throbbing drums that makes it abundantly clear the band has no interest whatsoever in mainstream success.
Kuroma opens the show.