This is the third in a series where we take off our Fulham hats, put on music-blogging hats, and suggest a band to check out this summer. Minor apologies if you think our selections suck.
I’m going to keep this short and simple: go listen to the latest album from this Baltimore-based group.
For a band that’s had wonderful and noticeable progression through each of their prior three albums, Bloom marks the pinnacle of their song writing ability. It’s an album that’s so good you fear they’ll call it quits soon.
To quote pitchfork (sorry):
Bloom doesn’t stray far from the structure or the emotional tenor of its predecessor. It finds the band making small, sharp adjustments to its craft, but these shifts are so subtle it takes a few listens for them to sink in. The songwriting is tighter, yet the atmosphere feels more diffuse; the lyrics are more straightforward, yet they’re somehow suggestive of larger things. By just about every measure, Bloom‘s wingspan is fuller than anything Beach House have done before.
If you liked them before, you’re going to like this. If you didn’t like them before, you’re probably going to like this.