Deerhoof’s The Magic Is The Epitome Of Catharsis

It feels almost too on the nose for Deerhoof to release an album titled The Magic. The frantic, fearsome noise-pop quartet blends buzzy aggression and featherlight pop with such cheeky abandon that sometimes their songs feel like capers they’ve barely pulled off. Fourteen albums in, Deerhoof is still pulling it off. This is dream pop with a stubborn streak; they’ll carefully construct intricate, glittery melodies only to plow through them with chainsaws and existential crises minute