Beach House have yet to lift out of their somber dream-pop haze. The Baltimore duo's fourth album Bloom is another sleepy beauty built upon endless layers of guitar, keyboard and organ which fuse into a sort of glowing negative space around Victoria Legrand's inimitable soulful howl. "What comes after this momentary bliss?" she purrs on opening track "Myth." They answer that with an hour of dreamy drones that float like M83 and guitar riffs that ground it all with a post-punk gravity. Beauty has its limits, though: By 17-minute "Irene" you may already be at another state of (un)consciousness.