Tour Buzz: Matt & Kim, the Psychedelic Furs and the Flaming Lips

LET’S GO, INDEED: I confess: All I really know of Matt & Kim, who play poolside at the Cosmopolitan on May 30 ($20), is their first big hit “Daylight.” But recently, during a pool party, a co-worker casually said that Matt & Kim is his favorite band, hands-down. That’s a strong statement—not even I can say that of any one band—and it precipitated a serious, two-eared listening session on Spotify. And the result? Yeah, I can see it. Matt Johnson and Kim Schifino’s dance pop is at once immediately catchy and convoluted; it’s like the sound an alien civilization might make if it were to dig up old Bobby Brown records a thousand years from now. And we can enjoy it right now. My co-worker is a smart guy.

FEELS LIKE LOVE: I know that the mid-1980s permutation of the Psychedelic Furs—the version of the band that smoothed its edges with synths and saxophones —is not the one I’m supposed to like. I’m supposed to like their early, jagged postpunk stuff, and the lifeless shit they recorded in the early 1990s that attempted to recapture that early sound (see: “All That Money Wants”). But as Popeye often said, I yam what I yam, and what I yam is a guy who likes Richard Butler when he’s crooning. There’s a heartbreak beat playing all night long/down on my street. That’s the stuff I like, and according to, the band has been playing it live as recently as last November. “Heartbreak Beat” and “Heaven” are in the recent sets; “All That Money Wants” is not. There’s no telling which songs we’ll get at the Hard Rock Café on the Strip on June 5 ($33), but at least I know that the band isn’t averse to playing its smooth hits.

NOW ON SALE: The Flaming Lips are coming to the House of Blues on August 1 ($40). That’s the good news. The bad news is that they seem kind of bummed out. In a press release announcing their latest album The Terror, singer Wayne Coyne said, “Even without love, life goes on … there is no mercy killing.” Hey-o! Luckily, this is the same band that gave us the largely upbeat Soft Bulletin album and that song about the Japanese girl who fights the robots. The law of averages says that at least a portion of this concert won’t make you want to hide.