Humans are obsessed with the beach because it reminds us that we are sacks of flesh fulfilling the evolutionary teleology that began when all life on Earth was, like, primordial soup.
This is about more than sand, saltwater, and boobies, dammit. We're talking about the birthplace of our existence. The ocean was the pot we were stewed in. And the sand on La Playa was the ground our ancient ancestors slithered upon after foolishly opting to flee the sea.
As society moves closer toward the techno-organic inevitability of The Singularity, the beach seems mighty cozy.
You might think of Tanlines -- Brooklyn-based duo Eric Emm and Jesse Cohen -- and the tropical hipsters who love them as a bunch of beach-y worshippers.
Borrowing from the shiniest, smoothest electro and indie-pop, Emm and Cohen are just high priests of the sandbar conducting their most holy ritual.
The rhythm is spritely and sufficiently danceable for late night grillin'. The vocals are friendly and clear, at times sounding like Animal Collective (or Panda Bear) without reverb slopped all over everything. And the steel drums ring out with the abandon of summer vacation.
You might call the group tropical chillwave. Or, you might not give a shit about genres and just need a soundtrack for chugging Corona while wearing brightly colored glasses without lenses. And hey, it's your biological destiny.
Tanlines. Thursday, July 19. Bardot, 3456 N. Miami Ave., Miami. Doors open at 9 p.m. and tickets cost $18 plus fees via eventbrite.com. Ages 21 and up. Call 305-576-7750 or visit bardotmiami.com.
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