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And the band appears comfortable with its pop instincts: a pair of new songs, played midset, were even frothier and looser than its album. They helped the band build momentum, which was high toward the end of its 45-minute set, when the group deployed its two best songs. “Everything With You,” a wistful love poem, was big and bright, and “A Teenager in Love” sounded like an optimistic Cure record, with shuffling beat underneath swooning keys.
But those songs only shine on the surface, their good cheer masking a cynical core lurking in the lyrics. Warm on the outside, the Pains of Being Pure at Heart seethe with refreshingly mordant wit. Some of their most clever lyrics appear to limn transgressive shades of intimacy. There’s incest, maybe, on a jangly song with an exuberant, unprintable title, and teacher-student love on “The Tenure Itch”: “His indiscretions you don’t mind/He says your thoughts need form/But your form’s not hard to find.”
But it’s not that Mr. Berman isn’t capable of seeing the bright side, or celebrating how it arrives in brief flashes. “I can’t see into the sunset,” he sang on “Come Saturday,” which was the loudest the band got all night. “All I know is that you’re perfect/Right now.”