![]() ![]() The remarkable thing about the record isn’t just that Deerhunter deftly execute strobe-lit psych-punk squall (“Lake Somerset”), acidic disco (“Octet”), and sensitive jangle-pop (“Hazel St.”) with equal conviction, but that they make them all seem like logical points on the same continuum. Defenders of the album format in an mp3 age often point to the medium’s capacity to take listeners on a journey on Cryptograms, the journey is the band’s own. Back in early 2007, before frontman Bradford Cox’s every move was documented online, Deerhunter used their second album as a canvas on which to chart their aesthetic transformation. Never mind the lost album sales the abundance of leaked demos, YouTubed concert footage, and radio-session webcasts at our disposal has ultimately served to take the mystery out of the artist’s evolutionary process-it’s increasingly difficult to be surprised by a band’s new direction when we’ve been riding shotgun the whole time.
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