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Like a lot of L.A. transplants, noise rockers Tennis System sound a little sun-drunk on the upcoming Technicolour Blind, their second album since relocating to the left coast from their native Washington, D.C. But as song titles such as “Suicide” and “Dead Honey” suggest, a bleak worldview lurks beneath the band's shimmering guitars and beach-party beats. Leather-clad frontman Matty Taylor may call California home now, but he still has the disaffected stance and heavy strumming hand of an East Coast loner who grew up with a lot of angst and Dinosaur Jr. records. The combination of shoegaze melancholy and Wavves-like surf-punk racket makes Technicolour Blind an exciting next step for a band whose earlier DIY releases were already stacked with layers of psychedelic noise and effects-pedal heroics.

Fri., Oct. 10, 9 p.m., 2014
(Expired: 10/10/14)

LA Weekly