Innovators of boring, Beach House make slow, unravelling dream pop that’s as good to listen to from underneath your duvet as it is on a long journey to another planet.
Their one-two punch of organ synth and looped guitar, served up with a drum machine of varying pomp, has existed in homely, low-key environments and out in the widescreen world too -- just compare the tea-time pop of Devotion with the massive and expansive Bloom. All their records sound the same, but also, they don’t.
In recent years, Beach House have been churning out their slowly cataclysmic pop music -- Depression Cherry was arguably their best record, indebted to the delicately cosmic melodies of Cocteau Twins, but they followed it up with Thank Your Lucky Stars, a record archetypical of their early sound, in the very same year. They've recently kissed it all off with '7', a quietly released record of experimental touch-ups that was given its wide open spaces by producer Peter Kember (aka Sonic Boom). Where their sound goes from this record -- a darker twist, a heavier weight -- remains to be seen. One thing that's for sure is that they'll always sound like Beach House; at this point, their sound is a signature.