Beach House are telling it like it is

Drop those expectations of dreamy space-kids. In person, Baltimore group Beach House are not ones to suffer fools, writes Ed Power

I’M SLIGHTLY nervous as I wait to interview Victoria Legrand of cult alternative duo Beach House. Dreamy and star-crossed on stage, in person she is formidably plain-spoken and, based on previous encounters, does not suffer idiots. I could be in trouble.

Initially, it seems our tete-a-tete is bound for choppy waters. Asked whether Beach House’s remarkable recent record, Depression Cherry, was a struggle to make, Legrand sighs and says the question is far too diffuse for her to answer over the course of a 20-minute back and forth. She isn’t tetchy — merely matter of fact and supremely deadpan. As a creative person, how could she possibly reduce the process of making an album to a glib soundbite?