Deerhunter are an odd blend. The Avant Gard and Esoteric. Jagged introspection. Fencing in a shadow world. Then odd moments when everything comes into focus suddenly and you have expelled melodic pop noise, You get the impression that these elements are inextricably linked. You can't really have one without the other.
I've had a wonderful day so I'll listen to this again. You have to do your time in the line to fall under the spell. It's a record that kicks off with Agoraphobia and ends at Twilight at Carbon Lake. Bradford Cox has the eye of a Southern Writer. There's a pained ecstatic chill to Microcastle. Days are haunted. Nights magical and thick with wonder.
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