Dan Deacon is back. And he's sounding bombastic. Deacon's forthcoming LP, America, may employ horns and woodwinds and acoustic instruments, and may stage a second-half suite erring towards minimalist composition, but "Lots" is a frenetic rush of energy: all hyperactive beats, walls of distortion, masses of backing vocals, and smashed percussion.In a weird way, it kind of reminds me of Andrew W.K., somehow; perhaps just in its unabashed, unalloyed maximalism; in the way it uses carefully-sculpted studio noise to approximate that fist-pumping rush of the rockshow myth.
Of course, its lyrics likely have nothing to do with partying hard. In fact, given America is an intellectual suite critiquing the socio-political climate of Deacon's homeland, I'm guessing all these screamed vox are howls of anger, or defiant protest. Except, well, I can't understand a word underneath all the distortion. Can you?
Dan Deacon, "Lots"
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