[wonder]

the champagne was marvelous as we listened to each other on our personal hi-fi

(it was a something of a marvel in nine days where the colors of the sky could repair her smile)

"I am bigger than roads on a California street" we said out loud in unison, speaking in a kind of tongue in nightshade,

where evening flowers rested on a birthday cake and your wish was of the perception of something novel and its surprising effects on habit and how it could fit into a bewildered curiosity and a mute surprise within the moment

(I have profound admiration for the glimmer of an open flower)

Was it worthwhile why you were waiting to blow out the candles?
As shifting hues crept upon us in the silent dawn
Our hands drawn
Like a half remembered dream with colored lips in recognition of your shadow
And speaking softly, we are the morning’s golden mist you said

I explained:
“I shouldn’t be in awe, we should not be surprised”

beach house

It is hard to believe that the music of beach house is done by only two individuals (Alex Scally and Victoria Legrand). They seem to capture memories of late summer evenings or that of early fall. Each song holds elements of tranquility that borders on sadness, not tissue sadness.

The Maryland duo create a unique dynamic with cold minimal percussions and warm fuzzed out guitars intertwined with layers upon layers organs.

Their self titled album combines the perfect amount of shoe gazer and psychedelic. Its alluring hypnotic melodies and dreamy vocals gives beach house a spellbinding and magical sound that stays with you long after the album is over.



http://www.carparkrecords.com/beachhouse.mp3
www.myspace.com/beachhousemusic