Lighting rod rendezvous: Raleigh's new downtown amphitheater has drawn heavy criticism for its first-year talent slate, which has ranged mostly from the dated to the dreaded. Here, the LiveNation-booked space gets a little hipster help from one of the most polarizing bands in indie rock, Vampire Weekend. The New York quartet's mix of loaded, self-aware snob signifiers (grammar, Tom's toothpaste, Polo shirts) and expropriated world-music distillations (dub, Afropop, J-Pop, all melded neatly) sits uncomfortably for some; live, though, the band's punchy, chiseled approach delivers mostly a pan-everything dance party. Beach House—who have one of the year's quiet gems with Teen Dream—and its narcotic-slowed pop, open. Like Cyndi Lauper in a funhouse, Beach House's perfect drift should only emphasize the headliner's charming oomph. —Grayson Currin