Beach House records live up to their name: They’re cozy retreats where you can curl up in warm, droning, reverb-drenched tunes and watch jellyfish bob in the surf. But on Bloom, the Baltimore duo’s fourth album, there’s a bitch of a storm blowing in. “What comes after this momentary bliss/The consequence,” wonders siren Victoria Legrand on the opener, “Myth.” What comes after is wasted parents, shaking walls, specters of death and things that “Make us suffer/Like no other.” Bartender, another sea breeze! Yet the melodies, guitarscapes and thrift-shop organ swells make for exquisite comfort. When Legrand chants, “It’s a strange paradise,” near the end, it’s hard not to agree.
Listen to Beach House’s ‘Bloom’: