Is that guy posing for a photo or just attempting to maintain his balance while checking out his shoe?
Described by many as a "dream pop band," Beach House apparently has a knack for making songs that lull me to sleep. Honestly, I'm listening to the album once again as I type this out, and my mental state is oscillating between mild ambivalence and a sustained yawn. Victoria Legrand's wispy vocals sound strikingly similar from song to song in a way that is weirdly analogous to Fetty Wap.
This isn't to say that Depression Cherry is a "bad" album. "10:37," with its plodding pace and general aimlessness, is the only song on it that I actively dislike. Things actually get off to a great start with "Levitation" and "Sparks." The former song features a gradual buildup of layers that culminate into an engrossing echo chamber, while the latter features some grittier guitar work from Alex Scally that lends some much needed energy to the proceedings.
After that, however, I just get lost. Even "Bluebird," which boasts a relatively catchy chorus, ends in an abrupt and unsatisfying way that tears down any momentum that it built up. It's fully possible that one needs to be in a certain mood to appreciate this music, but I haven't found that yet. I'm going to go listen to some Miguel to snap myself out of this.