The best Deerhunter songs grab you and spin you around and drop you, screaming and tumbling, down the sheer cliffside of Mt. Everest. They pick you up and slap you until you're dizzy, then give you a sailboat and force you at knifepoint to take them to Neverland. They feed you mushrooms and scream in your ears until they're ringing you deaf and then bury you eight feet deep with the skeletons of long-dead and forgotten composers.
These are such songs.
To be fair, Deerhunter have never put out a bad release, and Rainwater Cassette Exchange follows Microcastle's slightly poppier sound, and really, it's better for it. The scant five-song EP trips and glides through theremins and overdriven everything, and honestly, it's pretty much perfect. It may not strike you as hard as Microcastle or Cryptograms, but it really is an incredible listen, and they really only serve to cement Bradford Cox's place in the genius pantheon of modern-day indiedom.
This EP is fifteen minutes of your life you'll never get back, and you'll only wish you had more time to give it.
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