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For their middle school graduation party, Of Montreal baked breast cupcakes.
Not to be all "I liked their earlier stuff" about it, but Of Montreal used to be a band as devoted to their songs as their theatricality: Consider their first few albums, strange little collections of curios that delighted with quirky sophistication alongside tunes that were charmed and charming. In recent years, though, the dramatic flourishes and puerile pranks have subsumed the music. There's nothing wrong with costumes and nudity and general merriment, of course; it's just a bummer to see them get in the way of one of America's grand psychedelic inheritors. With Foxygen. —Grayson Currin