DEERHUNTER – VOX CELESTE 5 (SUB POP)
Initially I thought I was playing this record at the wrong speed but alas a change of speed did not improve things any and suddenly the realisation hit that Deerhunter do indeed sound like a shoegazing vision of The Strokes. Forget all the My Bloody Valentine and Pavement comparisons, with warm and fuzzy vocals and train track straightness of the guitar line there is no question that they sound like The Strokes. Now whether that is something to be treasured and/or trusted is another thing.
I have to concede away from the hype and away from the impossible comparisons to match in aspiration taken without preconceptions this is a joyfully mesmerising thing and as proceedings slowly/subtly grow into a swirling mess there is plenty of charm to be taken from the emissions.
The lauding of Deerhunter this year has served as a painful reminder of just how old and out of touch I really am and to now endeavour to party with the cool kids is running the risk of being viewed as some kind of nonce at a disco (or nightclub as I believe they are called these days). Its all very warm and subtle, snugly in a manner that feels foreign and difficult to/for me.
Elsewhere on the other side “Microcastle Mellow 3” feels like something of an indulgence, a spit in the face of a person giving the band a benefit of the doubt. Where am I going wrong with this band? Should I trust my gut instincts or those of a pale skinny kid in clothes several sizes smaller than my own. Growing old is devastating me.
Thesaurus moment: nook.
Deerhunter
Sub Pop
Initially I thought I was playing this record at the wrong speed but alas a change of speed did not improve things any and suddenly the realisation hit that Deerhunter do indeed sound like a shoegazing vision of The Strokes. Forget all the My Bloody Valentine and Pavement comparisons, with warm and fuzzy vocals and train track straightness of the guitar line there is no question that they sound like The Strokes. Now whether that is something to be treasured and/or trusted is another thing.
I have to concede away from the hype and away from the impossible comparisons to match in aspiration taken without preconceptions this is a joyfully mesmerising thing and as proceedings slowly/subtly grow into a swirling mess there is plenty of charm to be taken from the emissions.
The lauding of Deerhunter this year has served as a painful reminder of just how old and out of touch I really am and to now endeavour to party with the cool kids is running the risk of being viewed as some kind of nonce at a disco (or nightclub as I believe they are called these days). Its all very warm and subtle, snugly in a manner that feels foreign and difficult to/for me.
Elsewhere on the other side “Microcastle Mellow 3” feels like something of an indulgence, a spit in the face of a person giving the band a benefit of the doubt. Where am I going wrong with this band? Should I trust my gut instincts or those of a pale skinny kid in clothes several sizes smaller than my own. Growing old is devastating me.
Thesaurus moment: nook.
Deerhunter
Sub Pop
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