Beach House - Bloom (2012)

It seems that in Baltimore the summer must be very different from those living in the Mediterranean with its beer commercials, straw hats, light coves impossible and pop and dance. Another summer is possible. As we propose Beach House, with their already fourth album, 'Bloom' (Sub Pop, 2012). These hot months come with slow sunsets. Catatonic atmospheres that knocked out the meaning and insight. White chiffon dresses. Houses on the beach. The calm after the intense heat wave in the middle of the day. The quiet of the night waiting to get his smooth black sky and the air refreshing goodness. Ten songs to renew and extend a proposal that would dignify the stylistic of the hottest season. Where not all plastic flip flops and bathing suits with flowers. With another summer Beach House is possible.
It is now two years since the appearance of that 'Teen Dream' (Sub Pop, 2010) that put Beach House on the map and left us completely descolocados, accompanied by a horde of sighs of sight immediately. A collection of slow times, dark atmospheres but with reasonable doses of density and the nth breath with the voice of Victoria Legrand. She Frenchified air, reminding us to Nico who sang with the Velvet. The enigmatic woman with the face of "I'll get in trouble but you can not say no." In short, sampling triumphalist label dreamy pop that slipped into our minds to stay. Thus, over time, the new installment of the sweetened proposal reached its cooking time.
'Bloom' is presented as a very logical then seen to date. After the tour of the line joining the sea with sand, coming to the rocks, is only possible to go back and redo the way. You might as well have just done, but the pleasure is such that no matter the least. You have to make time for dinner, and a foot soak in the evening is presented as the best option. However, the sound of Beach House keeps ringing pure and grand. Appearing much with little. As you lift the little snake neck and spine to appear more than it is. But here without subterfuge or lame tricks. Some strings, keyboard notes and some rhythms to make a fluffy mattress sustentoso Legrand's voice, which magnifies everything and anything becomes powerful. As shown, the one that opens the album, 'Myth', which based on tribal percussion seems an invitation to reverie. Later 'Lazuli' takes us by the hand until fluffy robe and leather notes hot is the center of the disk. To aposentarnos in 'The Hours' and have completely lost track of time. Wanting more walks in the sand, more houses on the beach, sunsets that spread throughout the day. A light sleeper, a walk-asleep, which leads us to 'Irene', the emergence of this 'Bloom'. A song to reiterate that shown so far and further blurring the coordinates of space and time. A farewell character. One sign that the way is not emptiness.
In short, Beach House reach their fourth album in very good shape. His 'Bloom' not looking artificialities or new roads. The path remains the same, as the ingredients, but the way we have not been made expensive. Maybe time does not leave much room for innovation with the few tools used so far. But summer dormant claims lightness and times to avoid falling into the sweat of the sun impeccable. That's where they reside Beach House, with its beach house. And just as things seem unbeatable proposal. That much noise out there and here is fine.