Beach House

Lulling me like the sweet sound of a siren, Beach House's new Album has me curling up in bed with the covers pulled up around my ears. If I close my eyes I can almost imagine myself somewhere warm, rather than the cold place I call home. But I'm not on a California beach, no I'm in the deep Mississippi and it is too damn hot to move.

Take a drink of sweet tea, relax--relax.

The drums beat slow, heavy and regular like my pulse. The melody saunters and swaggers its way into the room, while the vocals try their best to fly out the windows. Listen.


Beach House - Master Of None