Beach House pretty much always tend to sound like Beach House.  This is both an irrefutable fact, and the idea upon which your enjoyment of the band’s new album Depression Cherry will most likely hinge.  Because five albums in (not all of which I’ve heard admittedly), it seems pretty clear that this band is not ever going to change its sound too much.  However, they don’t really need to since their sound is so singularly unique, much like a band such as, say The National or mmm… actually, I don’t know that there are really that many modern artists that fall in to this category.  But basically what I’m saying is that Beach House are a band that can kind of get away without ever really tweaking their sound in any huge way.  And I guess that’s a bit of a rare thing, since as I just demonstrated, it’s hard to think of many band in this day and age that have that ability to sound unlike any other band, since it tends to feel like everything in rock has already been done a million times. Yet for Beach House, just the sound of them being themselves is pretty much always compelling enough.

Granted, there are a few modest developments that mark this latest Beach House record as being something other than just another Beach House record.  Depression Cherry sees them scaling things back a little bit, as their last album, 2012’s Bloom, captured the band reaching towards almost Cathedral-sized soundscapes that slowly seemed to grow out of no where.  Here, we have a bit of a return to a more guitar-based sound, which might be most apparent on the single “Sparks”, which sounds a lot like a My Bloody Valentine song, which is welcome since there are only so many My Bloody Valentine songs.  Also, it’s a connection that’s kind of interesting to me, since both MBV and Beach House are bands that would fall into the “so distinct that they don’t need to change” category, though I wouldn’t immediately think of the two bands in the same sentence despite having plenty of sonic similarities.

And even though I am enjoying listening to this latest Beach House album, I can’t help but be a little skeptical of where exactly I stand with this band.  Because sure, I’ve liked everything I’ve heard by them, especially considering that their last two releases made it on to my top ten albums of the year.  But at the same time, they’re not a band I return to a bunch.  This doesn’t tend to be the case with most of the albums/bands from the past few years that I really like, and with Beach House it seems like the only time I’m listening to them is in the wake of one of their new albums coming out.  Maybe this has to do with the ambient beauty that is inherent in their songs, which are of course nice to put on in the background, but for me music is rarely something I just want to be there in background.  But as far as unobtrusive background music goes, I don’t think you can do much better than Beach House, and maybe that’s just the place this band occupies in my musical tastes, and probably always will as long as they manage to keep that lush sound of theirs’ intact.

Favorite Tracks: “Sparks”, “Beyond Love”, “Wildflower”

I hate to take the route of one of those critics who think they have a perfectly firm grip on whatever a director’s intentions and artistic goals are, when I doubt any creative person ever really knows what they’re setting out to do when they make something.  But I think at this point you can look at director Noah Baumbach’s career in a fairly clearcut set of phases, that probably each have something to do with his personal life, but I’d rather not get too deep into that (since of course it’d all be pure speculation).  His early work for example, seems to have a vivid sense of the kinds of smart, undisciplined characters he gravitates towards, though with these movies I’m not sure he’d found his own distinct voice as a filmmaker (I’m basing this entirely on my viewing of Kicking And Screaming by the way).

Then with The Squid And The Whale, Baumbach clearly kickstarted a second phase of his career, marked by not-necessarily-difficult-films centered around decidedly difficult people.  Then seven years later, there was the breakthrough of the effervescent Frances Ha, which marked Baumbach’s first collaboration with his, I guess I’ll just say muse (even though I’m not in love with that term) Greta Gerwig in the position of writer/star/beacon of optimism.  With this latest film, Mistress America, coupled with the also-from-2015 While We’re Young, it has become clear that Baumbach is clearly in the middle of his lighted-hearted comedies centered on people in crucial points in their lives/careers phase, and is further proof that there’s nothing wrong with a non-grumpy Baumbach.

In Mistress America, Lola Kirke (the sister of Girls‘ Jemima Kirke) plays Tracy, a first year writing major going to college in New York City, and yet despite discovering the social aspects of college in the most bustling city in America, has a hard time connecting with anybody.  This hit considerably close to home for yours truly as far as my first year of going to school in San Francisco panned out, though sadly I can’t say I ever found my Greta Gerwig.  Tracy, however does find her Greta Gerwig in the form of Brooke (played by Greta Gerwig, obviously), as their respective mom and dad are about to be married, and the two of them strike up a friendship that sees Tracy being drawn into the world of Brooke’s confident thirtysomething go-getter lifestyle.

The style of Mistress America is entirely different from the black & white and nearly plotless Frances Ha, as the first half hour or so of the film has such a tight, kinetic nature that it almost feels like one giant extended montage.  Combining that with the film’s glowing and warm depiction of New York and a great recycled ’80s synth-inspired score, it feels very much like a film of the moment, and yet at the same time it doesn’t.  Because both Tracy (age 18) and Brooke (age 30) rest just on the periphery of what could definitively be considered millennial status, it never quite feels like the film is trying to nudge you into thinking it has something important to say about the 2010s, like say, Baumbach’s other film from this year.

The film, also much like While We’re Young, is a great deal funnier than I was expecting.  In addition to Mistress America‘s nimbleness narrative-wise, there’s a good deal of fast-paced banter, some of which is dry and witty, and some of which is silly in a way that never really feels silly because it’s coming from the mouth of a smart, fully-formed character.  Things even head into near-farce territory when the movie shifts from it’s New York home-base to a Connecticut getaway, which sees Brooke chasing down her old nemesis while asking for money for her restaurant from an old flame that has conveniently married this nemesis.  It’s a sequence that probably could make or break the movie for a lot of people, as it features a lot of hilarious one-liners and side characters that could potentially undercut whatever pathos the movie is going for.  However, it ends with a revelation that doesn’t go exactly where you think it would go, and I think effectively holds together what has been happening between Tracy and Brooke this whole time.

Like a lot of indie comedies of this sort, I think what does ultimately make Mistress America successful is its ability to sidestep any sort of conventionality or predictability, but while still embodying the universal subject of being a young person without a clear sense of direction.  Also, I think it’s a film that, much like Frances Ha, succeeds because the tone of it stays so true to what the character at the center of it represents.  Gerwig’s Brooke is all surface-level and shiny, with a profound quip at the ready and a clear sense of purpose, while the film also consistently feels that way.  Yet underneath, much like Brooke (and Tracy for that matter), there is this relatable hopelessness that keeps the film (and its characters) from ever feeling even the least bit irritating.  Which is quite a feat for a director who just two films prior seemed like he was willfully irking his audience into hating his characters, though I do have to wonder if there is some new phase in Mr. Baumbach’s career waiting just around the corner.

My relationship with country music is kind of a weird one.  And by “weird”, I mean mostly nonexistent, seeing as though it’s not a genre I listen to a ton, but there are certain times that a great country song, filled with some boozed-soaked memories of doomed love and times gone by will really hit a spot in your soul that other genres simply can’t.  Maybe my inability to ever quite shake country as a thing I like but can’t ever get super invested in has to do with the fact that Johnny Cash was really the only artist me and my old man were ever able to bond over musically.  Maybe it also has to do with the wonderful storytelling nature that a lot of the best country songs have.  Maybe it’s the fact that to me country music seems to be, more so than any other musical genre outside of hip-hop, largely personality-driven.  Or maybe someone as obsessed with the past as I am just can’t help but feel an affinity for a genre of music that is so defiantly old-fashioned.  But whatever it is, I like Kacey Musgraves, probably because she embodies a lot of these last few attributes, and without ever beating you over the head with her country credentials.

Yet because of my own lack of country credentials, I have a hard time really gauging to what extent Musgraves is a “mainstream country” artist, since she did release this album on a major Nashville label, while her attractiveness combined with a good deal of spunk lends her a bit of that Nashville star appeal.  But I do not even have the faintest clue what mainstream country is right now, nor have I ever really, except for a short period in high school when me and one of my cohorts (who will remain nameless, but he knows who he is) would ironically watch the pandering stick-a-boot-in-their-ass nonsense that was on CMT in the mid-00’s.  But judging from the fact that Musgraves’ video for Pageant Material‘s lead single “Biscuits” has a fairly modest 2 million hits on YouTube, I’m gonna say that she’s well-known, but still low enough on the radar that she’d still appeal to a snob like me.

She also appeals to a snob like me because she just writes really good songs.  “Dime Store Cowgirl” is the one that’s stuck with me the most so far, with its mixture of name-checking a few classic country artists (Willie Nelson, Gram Parsons), rambling road song reminiscing, and the overall feeling of her declaring “this is who I am, take it or leave it”.  That said, a lot of her charm also lies in her genuine pleasantness.  As I hinted at earlier, since country music has for the most part stayed rooted in its old-fashioned sounds instead of evolving in leaps and bounds, it tends to be the personalities behind the songs that make or break them.  And due to Musgraves’ subtle self-deprecation and effortlessly sweet melodies, she doesn’t quite come off as pageant material, much like the album’s title track would suggest.  However, she does come off a bit like the popular girl in high school that was a little too smart and self-aware for anyone to hate, and apparently I am still helpless against that particular type of personality.

Favorite Tracks: “Dime Store Cowgirl”, “Biscuits”, “Miserable”