I have a deep, everlasting and mindnumbing love for Beach House. I thought it would be over with it when I moved back to Copenhagen, that it would remind me too much of all the good in Berlin. Of walking through a snow-quiet Mitte in December. Of feeling spring bubbling through the body on the way home from work. Of pink blossomy trees. But I can still listen to it without getting sad. Luckily. I absolutely couldn't live without 'Better Times'.