Last year at this time I could give a fuckall about Beach House. "Teen Dream" changed that. An album made for Sunday mornings and snow storms, "Teen Dream" found the band going beyond knockoff Mazzy Star shoegaze and producing an album that cascaded, twisted and turned (no matter how slowly) and generally produced a sense of wonderment for patient listeners. Nearly 12 months in, this album just gets better and better. I'm not sure I would call myself a Beach House fan at this point, but "Teen Dream" at least puts me in the ballpark.
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