Peaking Lights at the Biltmore

Peaking Lights’ Facebook page cleverly points out that if you combine the initials of the duo’s members, Aaron Coyes and Indra Dunis, you get A.C.I.D. Don’t worry, though, you don’t need to be on anything stronger than Flintstones vitamins to appreciate the music of Peaking Lights, which combines the delay-drenched aesthetic of dub with the lo-fi charms of indie rock and the chilled-to-the-gills vibe of trip-hop. At its best, the duo evokes those almost-too-perfect moments that you wish you could live inside forever. But, as the great poet Ponyboy Curtis so sagely noted, nothing gold can stay. Sad but true. Try to hang on to some shred of summer when Peaking Lights—not to be confused with Pretty Lights, Neverending White Lights, Hit the Lights, Kill the Lights, Capital Lights, Blackpool Lights, Lights Over Paris, Lights On, Lights Off, Lights Out, Northern Lights, Southern Lights, Eastern Lights, the Western Lights Band, Tiny Lights, the Bigger Lights, All the Bright Lights, Pale Lights, Castle Lights, Hotel Lights, Attic Lights, Anthem Lights, Variety Lights, Dead Lights, Waking Lights, Parade of Lights, Running Red Lights, Your Name in Lights, Our Name in Lights, Her Name in Lights, In Lights, or plain old Lights—plays the Biltmore on Friday (July 27). Pop a Barney or two and you might be able to hear the colours.