It’s no coincidence that “Beach Comber”, the lead-off track of Real Estate’s self-titled debut LP, fades in. This is a band that has no interest in startling its audience. Instead, they opt to rise out of the ether with a ringing electric guitar that’s as calming as the silence it’s modestly nudging out of the way. A Genesis that empirically undercuts the Big Bang, “Beach Comber” is one of the record’s most satisfying cuts and does well to preview the album’s 40 shimmering minutes. Turns out, as the mood unfolds over 10 tracks of drugged reverie, that existence is akin to a cloudy summer’s day, warm enough for casual exploration, yet tinged with an intermittent wind that guarantees you’ll need an extra layer once the sun goes down. “Beach Comber” may be a medium-paced, reverb-y stroll over the dunes, but cuts two and three paint the life aquatic: “Pool Swimmers” is a color-faded Polaroid snapshot of an overcast afternoon in the neighborhood, and “Suburban Dogs” lets you know, first and foremost, that its subjects “get afraid when it rains.” Such lyrics, washing in from... Read more at Crawdaddy.wolfgang.com