God, White Denim are one of the best bands going right now and I am right stoked as fuck to see them at Bonnaroo.
This is their best album, less spastic than Fits, less smoothed out and Black Keyseyan than Cosicana Lemonade, finding a hooky, impossibly enjoyable middle ground that bursts with ideas and melodies and inventive timbre and deft lines.
At the Farm sums it up pretty damn well, an instrumental interlude that builds in pixel-perfect Pixar timelapse, every note delightfully unexpected and exactly the one that should be there, everything moving at a pace seemingly directed by the listener's will via latent metaphysical talent, those skittering drums, those impossibly perfect guitar lines.
This is art rock done right, incredibly listenable, dauntingly explorable, every expected-a-zig-zag becoming right in the moment it happens 5/5
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