bubblesandgutz: Every Record I Own - Day 67: Beach House Bloom Upon its release, Beach House talked
bubblesandgutz: Every Record I Own - Day 67: Beach House Bloom Upon its release, Beach House talked about the sonic evolution of their fourth album Bloom with a candor rare in the world of esteemed indie rock. And that evolution, in their opinion, was really just stasis. They weren’t interested in changing. The two-piece didn’t want to fuck with the formula. They were perfectly happy working within the constraints of their limited arsenal of instruments and the boundaries of delicate dream pop. As I mentioned yesterday, Teen Dream took a few forced listens for me to come around to the material. Bloom, however, I came to with open ears. Most dedicated Beach House fans I know insist Bloom is the better record, but I never quite latched on to it the way I did with their previous album. While I still occasionally overhear Bloom playing on other peoples’ stereos, today marks the first time I’ve played this LP in probably five years. And I have to say, I think my friends are right, I think this is better than Teen Dream. But my initial expectations were different for the two albums, and expectations can tarnish the experience of listening to music. Bloom lived up to its promise, but it was so familiar that, for me, it felt like it lacked something. Teen Dream was the mopey wallflower who wound up being really fun and thoughtful once you cracked the exterior, while Bloom was the friendly socialite who was immediately pleasant and welcoming but perhaps a little devoid of intimacy. But those expectations belong to the past. Now I can just enjoy Bloom on its own merits, and this gloomy New York morning feels a little sunnier with it playing on the turntable. -- source link
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