A golden book of musical intrigue
Deerhunter, who play Auckland's Laneway festival next year, are one of those bands whose songs always sound as if they are about to disintegrate and fall apart. But they never do.
It's a rare quality, and it's thrilling and intriguing stuff to listen to, especially when it's delivered in the beautifully dead-beat, and almost dreamy way this Atlanta quartet do.
, the band's fourth album, is also one of those albums where new things reveal themselves after every listen, which means it takes many a listen to fully fathom. Because at times it's jangly, akin to New Zealand's The Clean (whose music is a big influence on the band). Then there's opener
, awash with shimmers, echoes and endless layers of glitches, strums, and ambience; the lovely, ragged, and fuzzy guitar pop of
will have you waltzing recklessly around the room in the arms of your loved one.
But Deerhunter are at their very best when the songs take off into another form like on
, which escalates into a long steely jangle, or with the surprising squall of a saxophone on the bedraggled and sloppy pop rock of
While there's also a forlornness to Deerhunter - like on the brittle, understated darkness of
- that might make you feel a little glum, take a ride with this fascinating record. It will take you to many weird, wonderful, and often familiar places.