The freaky consistency, the sustained lamp-lit mood of Beach House’s records is both the Baltimore band's chief virtue and, for some, their biggest drawback. Their new record, Bloom, puts an ever-finer point on their hazy brand of romance, yet is unlikely to change the conversation too much. But for those moved by abject beauty, even the sort offered up in a solid stream of twinkling slow-mo, there’s plenty to swoon over. This first NYC show for the new material will be a big deal, even if the music never goes out of its way to announce it as such.