Listening to the blues from down here.

TV on the Radio, Starlight Ballroom

Sat­ur­day night’s TV on the Radio showed a band moti­vat­ed by their per­son­al ambi­tion and the polit­i­cal cli­mate in which they’re work­ing. Like the ear­ly days of U2, R.E.M. and more recent Radio­head albums, TV on the Radio com­bine pol­i­tics and love and con­fu­sion with­out over­pow­er­ing the audi­ences with melo­dra­ma or mes­si­ah com­plex­es. Tunde Ade­bimpe fronts the band like a man pos­sessed, bor­row­ing lib­er­al­ly from Michael Stipe’s histri­on­ic stage pres­ence, often flail­ing as he sings. Lead gui­tarist Kyp Mal­one snarls men­ac­ing­ly at his side, pro­vid­ing the beau­ti­ful, dan­ger­ous har­monies that make TV on the Radio’s trade­mark sound so sin­gu­lar­ly gor­geous and urgent.

The ener­gy and excite­ment they gen­er­ate does­n’t come with­out sac­ri­fices. The deft sep­a­ra­tion that defines the sound of Return to Cook­ie Moun­tain lit­er­al­ly gets lost in the mix, result­ing in a more uni­form fuz­ztone under­cur­rent that enveloped Des­per­ate Youth, Blood­thirsty Babes. But maybe that’s part­ly the point. For all the stu­dio artistry in evi­dence on their new album, their rabid live per­for­mances are what win over fans in the end. In sum, TV on the Radio embody many of the qual­i­ties that were once under­stood, per­haps too sim­ply in a now extinct for­mat, as mod­ern rock.

Grizzly Bear, Starlight Ballroom

Griz­zly Bear were bet­ter received in Philadel­phia than they thought [via Blinq]. Their del­i­cate sound did­n’t exact­ly crys­tal­lize in the Starlight Ball­room’s oner­ous space, but they fared pret­ty well con­sid­er­ing the less than pris­tine con­di­tions. Their music, a com­bi­na­tion of ethe­re­al folk-twinged sounds, spec­tral vocals and quaint Fifties’ rock con­ven­tions, was a strange jux­ta­po­si­tion against TV on the Radio’s feroc­i­ty. Songs like “Knife” and “Cen­tral and Remote” accen­tu­ate how var­ied and dra­mat­ic their music is, incor­po­rat­ing such dis­parate touch­stones into lush arrange­ments. How­ev­er, the live set­ting did lit­tle to com­ple­ment such frag­ile music, and if noth­ing else, live music often lifts the emper­or’s robes in unflat­ter­ing ways.