![]() Music Direct reserves the right to change the terms of this promotion or discontinue this offer at any time. Music Direct reserves the right to select the carrier and ship method within the terms of this offer. This offer cannot be applied to previously placed orders. This offer also excludes Oppo, demos, closeouts/sale items and freight shipped items. **Orders must be at least $49, before tax, to qualify. *Ground shipping to the 48 contiguous states only (FPO/APO excluded). If you continue to see a shipping charge on your order, please check the exclusions listed below. When your order subtotal reaches $49 in the shopping cart the shipping charge for associated qualifying items will automatically be adjusted on your order. But Legrand and Scally, who know their way around a stage, would do well to gracefully exit left for a while and give this run of music some time to sink in.Place a qualifying order over $49* and receive FREE DOMESTIC GROUND SHIPPING. Timing isn’t everything, of course, and Thank Your Lucky Star**s, as surprising a gesture of generosity as it is, is still welcome. Their music is built on echoes: even their self-titled debut felt like covers of chansons you didn’t remember. You start noticing surface similarities that you wouldn’t pay attention to otherwise: Play the arpeggiated keyboard figure that opens this album’s "Common Girl" next to Bloom’s "On the Sea", for instance. With the imprint still fading on Depression, *Thank Your’*s impact is undeniably dulled, causing a strange "too much of a good thing" problem. And "Elegy to the Void", the album’s clear standout, might be the most death-obsessed Beach House have ever been: The organ processional that wells up in the song’s intro has a funereal tinge, while Legrand sings darkly of "Sons and daughters/ Bending at the altar/ Disappearing in the mirror." The song offers a series of gorgeous images-a "black clock, looming distant" and "freckle-faced young virgin"-as it surges into a slow-motion burst, Scally’s normally crystalline guitar breaking apart like a DNA strand uncoupling.īut Thank Your is still undeniably a Beach House album, a familiar mix of warm tones and chilly sentiments. ![]() "All Your Yeahs" is closer to the midnight sulk of Johnny Jewel and Chromatics than their usual open-air romanticism. The mood is also bleaker in spots, as if joy and comfort had vanished from the songs along with the reverb. Spiritually, the album feels closer to the mood the duo cultivated before they signed to Sub Pop: These songs feel pneumatic, dusty, like they are pulling a blanket around themselves in a heatless attic to ward off a threatening chill. On "Somewhere Tonight", Legrand lets a sour note sneak into one of her organ runs, and "One Thing" opens with a heavy cloud of electric guitar that feels more tethered to snaking cables and rattling amps than usual. You can hear them experimenting more with "off" notes in their otherwise-immaculate arrangements. ![]() Their sound feels purposefully smaller, tamping down the reverb that made Teen Dream, Bloom, and Depression Cherry feel like they were recorded in great stone cathedrals. Thank Your’s nine songs were recorded at the same time as Depression Cherry, and they do have a slightly darker edge: Legrand said that the album was more "political" in nature and that they felt the need for these songs to exist on their own, separate from the long-lens telegraphing of the typical album release cycle. Depression Cherry is still very much in view, and as fans, it feels a bit like the cast to a hit show suddenly reappearing for one more encore after the house lights have switched on and we were filing out. Which all makes the appearance of Thank Your Lucky Stars, the band’s second full-length in as many months, surprising.
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