Despite first impregnating brains via an advertisement for everyone’s favourite MP3 player, Brooklyn trio Chairlift have managed to not become Feist by hiding behind a slightly aloof psychedelic persona. We’ll call the picture above Exhibit A.
It’s the same reason why instead of beating the joy out of oil drums, performing synchronized jazz hands or fraternizing with puppets Chairlift can writhe around on the floor in garbage bag
cocoons coffins while enlisting the sister of frontman Aaron Pfenning to thrown some interpretive shapes – and no one bats an eyelid. This kinda shit must happen in Brooklyn all the time.