After Bloom’s widescreen production almost pushed them into stadium territory, Victoria Legrand and Alex Scally have continued to amp up the melodies while retaining the band’s ASMR qualities, arguably culminating with Depression Cherry. While the latter wasn’t completely adored at a critical level, to me, it felt like they’d at least hit on the blueprint for a masterpiece. On 7, the Baltimore duo presents us with the completed architecture.
Always ones to shoot for the stars and then find out they were already living on one, Beach House’s new record 7, lives up to all the hype you can heap on it and more. 7 is massive and intimate, dense yet understandable, fresh yet classic.
7 is the band’s darkest, messiest, and most varied album to date.
By taking familiar ideas and filtering them through new arrangements and effects, the band has taken their identity in their own hands and reshaped it into something intriguing again for their strongest album since Bloom.
With 7, Beach House has done nothing to disturb their status as one of indie rock’s most consistent bands. They’ve done a whole lot, though, to demonstrate a willingness to reimagine what it is that Beach House can be.
Track-by-track, each song has its merits, building upon the last to create a completely enticing whole. And yes, 7 is a triumph, a record that might go down as the masterpiece of an already beloved band.
Throughout 7, Beach House feel more concerned with capturing moments fully rather than conforming to notions of what a cohesive album is. That these songs sound like they came from different albums is ultimately more refreshing than disorienting, and the excitement that courses through each track is palpable.
Beach House is reaching for the moon once more on the beloved Baltimore duo's most stimulating aural experience to date.
It’s safe to say that fourteen years of being on the road with heart and soul on constant improvement, determination, good taste and a clear mission statement are key factors to success. 7, Beach House’s seventh album is definitely not their approach to the finish line, but a positive view on what’s yet to come.
Teen Dream and Bloom will likely always remain the pair’s canonical entries, but by some margin, this is their most accomplished record to date and the latest proof that Beach House will go down as the finest, boldest and most singular dream pop act since the Cocteau Twins.
With its chemtrail vocals and dense layers of guitar haze, 7 is in no danger of derailing the band’s reputation as the reigning slow lorises of indie rock.
A mystical journey best enjoyed with headphones and a glass of wine, 7 is proof that Beach House won’t shy away from learning new tricks. They are too enthralled by the wonder of their craft to ever let their music become ordinary.
Instead of limiting themselves, Beach House are finally embracing all of their creative moments, which have inevitably challenged them to become better artists.
7 is a departure from what we have come to expect from Beach House but remains completely recognizable as Beach House.
Beach House continue to explore new crannies of their familiar dream pop sound, occasionally highlighting a new aspect of their style without ever changing it completely.
Beach House remain such assured masters of their own domain that you wonder whether it'd be akin to turkeys voting for Christmas to hope for a wholesale reinvention; 7 suggests that, instead, we should let them pull up the stylistic bumper at precisely their own pace.
7 might have been a gamble for Beach House then, but they don’t appear to have lost anything.
When you truly let an album like 7 sit with you for a while, it’s a reminder that, even if you’re not noticing the changes, there’s always something new to uncover. 7 might not be their greatest moment, but it is their most exciting.
These wider influences are enough to incrementally develop the band’s immersive sound, with the listener becoming enveloped in its rolling waves of blissful melancholia.
7 is a post-party album, a gentle, introspective comedown after a night of extroverted madness.
Beach House bounces back with their most adventurous album since Teen Dream.
While the record is mostly hookless, gaseous in form, it doesn’t disarm them. The main takeaway is a feeling of rose-tinted catharsis, and whether or not it’s shared with the listener, a point remains, more obvious than ever: Beach House refuse to compromise their agency over their sound.
While the fruits of their reinvention aren't always compelling here, 7 is still a solid first step heralding Beach House's next phase.
Seven albums in, and with a formula that’s kept its core elements largely the same, it’s largely Beach House by-numbers, but the pair have a gravitational pull that looks like it will never run dry.
It’s not terrible, it’s mostly pleasant to listen to, it’s beautifully produced and it’s easy to recognize the skill it takes to craft their saintly, synth-driven sound. But when you couple a critical reputation like theirs with the band’s own claim of making a big artistic jump, mostly pleasant to listen to shouldn’t cut it.
This is the most emotionally connected I have been with a Beach House album, this instantly became my favourite album of theirs. As a long time fan, I believed Teen Dream would go down as their magnum opus, with Bloom being the only album to come close.
I’m unsure how this album will be precieved, but I can confidently say that I find more pleasure from the beauty that is 7. Each track is meticulously crafted with such a profound sense of care, their dreamy asthetic mixed with a newance ... read more
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I mean this is obviously one of the best art/dream pop albums of the year. That’s a given. It keeps growing on me and I’m really enjoying most of every song on here
Dark Spring- 8
Pay No Mind- 9
Lemon Glow- 9
L'Inconnue- 8
Drunk In LA- 7
Dive- 9
Black Car- 9
Lose Your Smile- 7
Woo- 8
Girl Of The Year- 8
Last Ride- 7
What's in the box, Morgan Freeman? What's in the fucking box?!
This album is exceptionally well produced. It has a beautiful dream pop atmosphere with a lot of synths which make it very spacey. I also feel like it's a bit darker than previous Beach House projects, and I really like that mood.
I think the songwriting is a bit stale at points. The sounds and vocals are really good, but the actual melodies and chord progressions are a bit sameish, they don't always have the edge that songs from ... read more
1 | Dark Spring 3:24 | 90 |
2 | Pay No Mind 3:24 | 86 |
3 | Lemon Glow 4:04 | 94 |
4 | L'Inconnue 4:24 | 84 |
5 | Drunk In LA 3:59 | 91 |
6 | Dive 4:25 | 89 |
7 | Black Car 4:11 | 91 |
8 | Lose Your Smile 4:09 | 84 |
9 | Woo 4:14 | 84 |
10 | Girl Of The Year 3:51 | 87 |
11 | Last Ride 6:59 | 89 |
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