Label: 4AD Release date: 27/09/10 Link: Myspace Buy: Amazon/Spotify Deerhunter are one of those bands that simply can do no wrong. As both solo artists or in Deerhunter, Cox and Pundt have made some of the most relevant and important music of the last 5 years. And yet, they reach the pinnacle of both of their careers on a fifth album (if you take Microcastle and Weird Era Cont. as two individual albums) which is unbelievably rare. Going from strength to strength like this, constantly holding their own trademark sounds but equally developing and moving forward is an attribute shared with only the best bands out there. A lot of bands can say they’ve released at least one ‘Great’ album, fewer can say they’ve released two, but how many can say they’ve released 4 albums of phenomenal quality? Add that to Cox’s two Atlas Sound solos, which were both well received (and I love Pundt’s Lotus Plaza, but I seem to be in the minority), and you can see just how talented these guys are. The most annoying thing about said talent is the breathless ease that seems to come with every move they make. I’m sure we all know about Cox’s method of writing lyrics by just singing whatever comes to his head, but this whole album sounds like it was thrown together by a dream. It’s simple in construction and by design, but the way it sounds layered and enveloped deep in reverb and effects makes it hazy and beautiful. It sounds cliché, but it really does grip you and drag you through its entirety, leaving you breathless in the end. I think it’s at its most effective on 'Coronado' with its peculiar Springsteen-ish sax solo and parts. There is no way that that should make sense –but it does and does superbly. It captures the uplifting style found in Springsteen’s work, but transposes it into Deerhunter’s very own and very individual sound. Now, I don’t like Springsteen, but the saxophone part and the way it plays and moves the song up a level is quite phenomenal. It captures the essence of the unique uplifting style that Springsteen holds and takes that and only that into the Deerhunter sound and makes it sound natural. Such is the power of this album, I’m going to ask you to not listen to it until you buy it on vinyl, and then don’t listen to it until slightly drunk at 3 in the morning. I’ve listened to this album on repeat practically since I was sent it, so I bought it on (a very nice white) vinyl the day it came out and while taking a break from work, I sat down with some single malt and got to know the record. As this is Cox’s way of writing, I thought it would be best to experience it like this. And it’s amazing. The effect of listening to it in such a way, listening to every crackle, enhances the lo fi nostalgia that this album is wrapped up in, it boosts every one of Cox’s brittle lyrics, making even the most frail and desperate lyric warming and relatable. This mood is what makes the record – it is a record to listen to alone. Photobucket