Review | Monday 23 April 2012
Indie pop made as desirable as the band’s name by the floaty voice of lead singer Victoria Legrand and the ethereal instrumental handling of Alex Scally, Beach House’s fourth album is a leisurely promenade through a guitar-and synth-laden wonderland.
As evocative of a warm evening as the sound of crickets that populate some of the tracks, if you categorise your albums thematically this will be at home next to Broadcast, Deerhunter and Washed Out (if you’re an alphabetiser, I guess it’ll be next to the Beach Boys.) If you wished their previous albums were longer, you’ll adore this new venture. If you’ve never heard them before, you can thank me later.
Fiona Hardy sells books and talks too much to customers at Readings Carlton, and puts together Dead Write for the Readings Monthly. She blogs haphazardly about movies and books (and sometimes music) and you can follow her on twitter - @readwatchtweet.