Deerhoof

What happens when keyboard riffs lifted from Keith Emerson's bloated prog arsenal end up in the arms of the most joyful, anarchic indie-minded noise-niks in town? You get Milk Man, a concept album about a man with bananas in his arms who lures children away from their homes. Pure, deranged, and brilliant pop.

Deerhoof love classic art rock so much they had to crush it to smithereens and duct-tape it
back together insideout. Beneath the lopsided structures of the San Francisco quartet's
sixth album, there are glimmers of smashed Rush and Captain Beefheart CDs: bombastic,
jerky, dissonant riffs that abruptly collapse into silence or noise. Despite its whiplash
changes in perspective and sound, though, Milk Man's secret weapons are loveli... More >