Three or four years removed from the reign of Brooklyn beach bands, Coastgaard emerges with the cards stacked against them: the unusual vowels in their band name, track titles referencing tidal waves and islands, and desaturated oceanfront album art might give the impression of being stuck in 2009. Here’s the catch: They’re much more an evolution of the surf-rock trend than a rehash of the recent past. Their forthcoming self-titled debut glides by on elegant pop sensibilities, but its purveyors have the hindsight to mix it up. As such, jangly 90s rock sneaks its way in momentarily to rough up otherwise pristine three-minute patches. Frontman Matt Miller flippantly recounts, “We were too dumb to care/Fucked on fresh air.” That’s the age-old secret, right? Mask the emotion with buoyant pop. Then it doesn’t hurt so much.
Your first show in NYC as Coastgaard—where’d you play? How’d it go?
Cameo Gallery. The crowd seemed to enjoy Sean (keyboardist/guitarist) and Matt bickering like an old married couple.
What’s the biggest misconception about being a band in this city?
That we all watch Girls. (Only three of us do).
On tour for a month, what three albums would get the most play in the van?
David Bowie, Hunky Dory; Neutral Milk Hotel; In the Aeroplane Over the Sea; Tame Impala, Lonerism.
Ideal four-band bill—who’s playing with you, and where are you playing?
Beach House, Grizzly Bear and The Walkmen at Bowery Ballroom.
Favorite song about NYC?
“New York, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down” by LCD Soundsystem.
If you had to relocate to another city, where would you be headed?
Looking a year down the road, where do you hope to see the band?
On an European tour—specifically, northern Italy so that we could swing by (bassist) Paolo’s house and eat some homemade gnocchi.