By Michelle Broder Van Dyke
Beach House’s slow melodies and ethereal lyrics are filled with mysterious, “Holy Moments,” captured in simple couplets, like “Pick apart the past, you’re not going back / So don’t you waste your time,” surrounded by atmospheric, somber, lightly strung-together pearly words that create a tone reminiscent of a short I saw on Friday, Footnotes to a House of Love, directed by Laida Lertxundi, at Artists’ Television Access.
Set in the desert of Southern California, the 16-mm color film is a collection of collaged cuts of empty dilapidated wooden rooms, loosely hanging screen doors, and parallel views of lovers caressing. The chopped scenes fuse together to create a sense of place that is more fulfilling than any individual shot, much like the sentiment that Beach House captures.
This mood is similar to the manner in which Beach House’s meditative melodies wash over their audience, as they did Sunday, Sept. 28, at the Swedish American Music Hall. If you’ve ever felt heartbroken, or any moderate pain at all, you can interpret Beach House’s abstract lyrics filled with mild images – “I’ll pour some tea for us” (“Astronaut”) – stuck somewhere in nostalgia (or maybe in the imagined future), and suit them to fit your own emotional state at the time.