The Tune for Today is:
Beach House - Myth
Drifting in and out
See the road you're on
You came rolling down the cheek
You say just what you need
And in between
It's never as it seems
Help me to make it
Help me to make it
If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
What comes after this
Momentary bliss
The consequence
Of what you do to me
Help me to make it
Help me to make it
Found yourself in a new direction
Aeons far from the sun
Can you come?
Would they come to breach you?
Let you know you're not the only one
You can't keep hangin' on
To all that's dead and gone
If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
Do you lie?
Oh, let the ashes fly
Help me to make it
Help me to make it
See the road you're on
You came rolling down the cheek
You say just what you need
And in between
It's never as it seems
Help me to make it
Help me to make it
If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
What comes after this
Momentary bliss
The consequence
Of what you do to me
Help me to make it
Help me to make it
Found yourself in a new direction
Aeons far from the sun
Can you come?
Would they come to breach you?
Let you know you're not the only one
You can't keep hangin' on
To all that's dead and gone
If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
Do you lie?
Oh, let the ashes fly
Help me to make it
Help me to make it
Review by Heather Phares (allmusic)
"It's a strange paradise," Victoria LeGrand sings at one point on Beach House's fourth album Bloom, and there isn't a more apt description of the beautifully heartbroken mood that she and Alex Scally create here. Reuniting with Teen Dream engineer Chris Coady, the duo designed the album to be listened to as a whole, and fittingly, it often feels more like a suite than a collection of songs. This ambition is admirable, but it also means that it takes a while for individual moments to emerge from the album's beautiful haze. Indeed, Bloom may be Beach House's most sonically gorgeous album yet, with an icy sheen that doesn't warm up much, even when recordings of locusts and seagulls show up between tracks; it's easy to imagine LeGrand exhaling clouds of mist while singing the backing vocals on "Lazuli." While the endearing, sometimes awkward intimacy of Beach House's earlier work -- which felt like LeGrand was crooning confessions over creaky, vintage keyboards and drum machines just for you -- is missed,Bloom's shimmering remoteness enhances the album's philosophical, searching approach to love and loss. It's a mood and setting perfect for LeGrand's vocals, which have never sounded richer or more world-weary: "What comes after this momentary bliss? Help me to name it," she calls out on the opening track "Myth," a sentiment echoed later by "Wishes," where she wonders, "How's it supposed to feel?" Emotional moments such as these take their time to emerge, but when they do, they're riveting, particularly on "Troublemaker," which recalls Beach House's previous albums in its delicate dance between sad, stark verses and more hopeful choruses, and on the beautifully resigned "Irene," where a whimsical keyboard melody offsets and underscores the feeling of loss at the same time. Since Bloom's suite-like flow downplays Beach House's poppy side (with the notable exceptions "Other People" and "The Hours"), it's not the band's most immediate music, but the album's challenging mix of heartbroken words and aloof sounds rewards patient and repeated listening.
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