Back in the day kids any self-respecting band would release an album a year as a matter of course. Nowadays, groups who put out one every couple of years might be considered prolific. Perhaps time is slowing down. Or maybe we're all getting lazy.
Baltimore based duo Beach House buck the trend by releasing their second record of the year shortly. And it's magisterial. Not, I imagine the first time I've used that adjective on the blog. But it's fully appropriate here.
Beach House do the twirly, 'Here we are, we're here in this strange enormous universe. Isn't it odd?' thing that seems so prevalent of so much modern music. But they can also get much more immediate, as they do on second track here All Your Yeahs, which is underpinned by that steely Suicide synth sound that still sounds utterly fresh all these years later. Alternative anthems.
Really something special this record. Like many of the best albums, these songs sound like you've always known them while also remaining totally fresh. There's a dash of David Roback backed bands Opal and Mazzy Star as well as all that floaty, David Lynch soundtrack music of Julee Cruise and the like but singer Michelle Legrand has an uncanny knack of being at once remote and then suddenly quite immediate on alternate tracks which makes the record consistently interesting. I also imagine it's a grower, though I only heard it for the first time yesterday. Clearly another of the albums of the year hot on the heels of Deerhunter's Final Frontier, which is in some ways a slightly similar post from an alternate reality. Dream baby dream!
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