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MGMT
8 p.m., Village. $20 adv., $23.
Among a certain set of young folks, there is no bigger concert this summer than MGMT at the Village. That group includes, but is by no means limited to, hipsters. Last year, the electro-pop act’s hits became the songs guaranteed to fill the dance floor at your house party. Formed by Andrew VanWyngarden (who’s originally from Memphis) and Ben Goldwasser, who met as freshman at Wesleyan, the duo became the rare, largely unknown indie act to get signed to a major label when Columbia plucked them up in 2006. When the label asked the band for a list of “dream” producers, apparently it came back with Prince, Nigel Godrich, Barack Obama and “not Sheryl Crow.” Instead, Columbia gave them Flaming Lips’ producer Dave Fridmann, who helped craft “Oracular Spectacular,” a lush pysch-pop record that recalls the golden era of British rock and sounds like future disco at the same time. Brooklyn’s Chairlift, hugely buzzy in its own right, opens the show with avant-pop you can dance to.
NOTE: The show’s sold out and Craigslist is blowing up with ticket requests. Gonna be a wild one.