In 2018 between gigs, and there were a lot of gigs, sometimes I listened to new albums too. These are the ones which followed me home.
10. Beach House – 7
Album number seven, and finally those Beach House dreams have become lucid, you may as well be living them. Allowing the fuzz the duo once hid their voices behind to clear, those words, of pretty happy accidents, and fake eyelashes, no longer drown under a muggy sea of synths. Every word has a chance to make poetic sense. Even on L’Inconnue when they start singing in French, because I too sometimes dream that way.
The cutest coffin dragging game of them all, Super Chariot, is a game which makes and breaks the strongest of friendships. Two loyal suckers are tasked with aiding a grumpy dead king through colourful chasms in hopes of finding a grand enough grave so he’ll shut up for eternity. This involves each player attaching ropes to a chariot, then utilising physics to ensure it gets where it needs to. Counter-operative tug of war ensues. Continue reading →