Geese shred Hollywood Forever (and Dodger fan egos) at their three-night stand in L.A.

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Set us as preferred Cameron Winter had one last knife to twist for the Dodger faithful in the audience at Hollywood Forever on Thursday night.“My husband lost everything but the kitchen sink, because he spent it all on DraftKings,” Winter deadpanned during the band’s closing hit “Trinidad,” where he typically sneers ad-libs about domestic nihilism.“He bet everything on the Dodgers, and they f—ing lost.”The crowd cracked up in grim commiseration (as a Mets fan, Winter could probably sympathize).

It felt cathartic when he hit that song’s freaked-out chorus — “There’s a bomb in my car!” — in a hail of guitar noise.Geese had an atypical, if kind of old-fashioned, run on the hype train for a young rock band.Structured around Winter’s twitchy, stentorian vocals with contortions of feedback and meditative jams, the New York City quartet is, to paraphrase something Brian Eno said about My Bloody Valentine, “The vaguest music ever to have been a hit.” A group rooted both in Sonic Youth’s avant-garde pedal squalling and haunted, pre-Beatles rock ’n’ roll, they can still play “Saturday Night Live” and get its frontman a luscious prestige concert doc filmed at Carnegie Hall directed by Paul Thomas Anderson.

Music On her Middle of Nowhere tour, Kacey Musgraves turns arenas into irreverent dance halls, from a Ronnie Dunn drag-king cameo to floating above crowds in disco-ball Truck Nutz.That sudden ascent, for a band spiritually in league with the Velvet Underground and Suicide, led some to wonder what exactly happened behind the social media scenes to get them there (one conspiratorial phrase got thrown around in particular).Geese were always an odd band to pin to anxieties about fabricated culture — if a label had resources and abilities to manufacture stars, why not do it for a 100x-hypersca...