Cakeshop, NYC. Paw Tracks/Carpark CMJ showcase. Surprisingly not hard to get in. Light Pollution is playing this weirdy weird kinda pop with atmospherics, it’s good! Kinda twangy, a little spacey, a little punk in the drums. And I imagine none of this would be possible without Woodsist Records. And then they go into this constructed noisy thrash and it’s awesome with the guy’s voice on top of it. And this band kicks a shit ton of ass I just decided. They have a sense of affect that’s quite convincing – party kids who read Derrida when they wake up, or something. Really enjoying the abstract textures and the drummer’s ability to be so multifaceted. This song Drunk Kids starts off like that awesome Zola Jesus song and then harunges the rhythm gently into a cool mellow dance thing. The drummer gets caught in the gold streamers behind him as the dude playing the bubbly synth picks up his guitar again and then they are just this pulsing bright rock band that just makes me want to listen to Ducktails or Sun Araw, but that’s cool, and I’m enjoying Light Pollution for their dispirate qualities anyway. Back on the synth for some more abstract stuff and a rattling tamborine that moves into this awesome upbeat two-step that absolutely fucking rules! "She won’t talk to me!" He bemoans. It’s great. And this deep saw synth comes in and he manipulates it pretty expertly and the drummer does intricate rhythmic stuff and they build it up inconspicuously and then let it break pretty haphazardly with the synth leading the fade out. Awesome, innovative drumming and cool SYNTH BREAKS. I know that sounds anomalous, but there it is. They end on bleeps and bloops. – Read Dale W. Eisinger full CMJ report here.