There seems to be a great history of noise rock bands, those that would debut as atonal irritating acts of art more than music eventually pumping out pop albums or at least, catchier, audience seeking tunes that still bathe in a little too much distortion. Maybe the bands learn how to turn their amp down, or just earn enough cash to buy guitars that stay in tune? Sonic Youth took a solid few albums of no-wave nonsense to get this far. Even Japanese stalwarts Boris started out as feedback burners long before they decimated the stoner rock. They’re two examples that come of the top of my head here … but there’s some patterns dude! Deerhunter have somehow eclipsed that entire theory in the space of one album as far as I’m concerned. Last year’s Cryptograms was a gripping mix of ambient noise and punk rock riff work, although a very messy one at that. The quick follow up EP, however, Fluorescent Grey, showed that when more concentrated, the band proved itself capable of some challenging but catchy song craft showing a shift away from scatterbrain musical mirages and into more actual concrete ‘music.’
Although its been “out” (ahem…) for a while now, Microcastle and its accompanying disc Weird Era cont. is extremely removed from the confusion that was at the heart of their previous album. Aside from a brief mid-album ‘interlude’ (‘suite’ as the band would have it), the songs here are uplifting, spirited rock songs with only the sharpest hints of obscene guitar feedback. Gone are the tunnels of noise and spaced acidic echo and in its place much tighter, cleaner songs that only threaten to go off the rail ever so rarely.
Centerpiece of the album ‘Nothing Ever Happened’ rides along happily on a steadfast beat and bassline, with some clean ass chords, ends up being just about the catchiest thing Deerhunter has ever written. Frontman Bradford Cox still creeps me out ever so slightly, but his vocals and lyics are sweet all over this disc and here they play fluidly off the bouncy duelling guitar lines. Don’t get me wrong though, the band hasn’t exactly become pop, the still very proudly show off their ‘ambient punk’ tag with plenty of tripped out moments. The songs often grow at their creeping pace, eventually flowering with bright guitars and cymbal crashes ascending and falling with each tune – when they need to let loose with loudness and crank the volume knob, the band deploys it well.