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DEERHUNTER
Microcastle/Weird Era Cont.
(Kranky)
"Little Kids"
"Never Stops"
I can't remember who said "If you're really an artist, you're in a constant state of becoming." I think it was Bob Dylan. While it would be amazing(ly lame) to start a Deerhunter review with a Dylan quote, it might make sense if he was the one who said it. Bob Dylan never had a two-year period where he was making the same kind of sound. Many of the brightest-burning recording artists of our time are in a state of endless shifting, making records that elicit polarized responses and challenge their audiences not to get too comfortable with what they already understand. Dylan, the Stooges, Velvet Underground, Nirvana, Radiohead, Sonic Youth. Always on to the next sound, starting over with each new record. Microcastle/Weird Era Cont. sees Deerhunter in this state of re-configuration, shedding the ambient overtones and shoegaze-haze that defined the groundbreaking Cryptograms LP and charging forward with a straight-ahead rock record. A direct and comparatively clean (for what we're used to from DH) production leaves little for the songs to hide behind. Free of delay pedals and washed-out field recordings, the Microcastle half of this lofty double-record stands on its own as a collection of solid, no-nonsense songs. It makes sense that when the band was in Brooklyn recording this record last April, the first song they played at a not-so-secret Market Hotel show was a Pylon cover. "Nothing Ever Happened" and "Never Stops" have the same bare-bones no-frills rhythmic tendencies as those mid-'80s, art-via-party rock bands, but the whole album is steeped in a more mature take on the '90s dream-pop worship that the group has made its name on. "These Hands" has one foot in MBV tremolo guitar and the other in the type of dreamy pop songwriting that made Ride a perfect band at times. The majestic "Little Kids" ends in a cluster of building reverb and mountainous sounds almost dense enough to make you forget its homicidal/pyromaniacal lyrics. In fact, the vocals, though a little higher in the mix, are still buried just enough to obscure running themes of decay, murder and submission. Clearly, the darkness is still shining through, regardless of how polished or straightforward the songs aim to be.
The theme of reconfiguration follows through on an album's worth of bonus material called Weird Era Cont. The album proper is great, but for my money, the bonus disc is where it's at, culling together some home-recorded Bradford jams, studio recordings made after the Microcastle sessions and some recordings dating back to 2002, from around the time of the band's seldom-mentioned and problematicly titled debut album Turn It Up Faggot. Consistent and straightforward it is not, but rather than a hodge-podge of demos or throwaway scraps, we're treated to an album of truly reaching sound experiments and solid if more relaxed rock jams. The vibe is less official and in that, more connected to the ideas and performances than the rigid, serious by comparison sound of the other disc. There's the mashed-together arrangement of epic hate-punk riffs and dreamy breakdowns on "Operation," "Vox Humana"'s spoken word creep out over what sounds like Evol-era Sonic Youth trying to cover the Twin Peaks theme, tape manipulation pieces and meandering loops that fade in and out of being songs. This bunch of tracks works great as a record, in the same way Faust records worked, making very little sense from minute to minute but amazing as a whole. Also, the cryptic nature of the band just makes me want to think there's a master plan in here somewhere, that maybe Weird Era Cont. is the intended missing link between Cryptograms and Microcastle, or maybe just another bright moment for a band in a constant state of becoming. [FT] |
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