Album Review: Deafheaven- Sunbather
Many years ago, before my wife and I were married, and were
just living in a domestic partnership in a cramped, somewhat sketchy
one-bedroom apartment, I recall a night where I was listening to the album Street Horrising by noise-duo Fuck
Buttons, on our laptop. The album’s opening track begins very unassumingly, but
eventually by the end, turns into a cacophonous, terrifying roar. It was at
this point, when my wife turned to me and asked, “What are you listening to?”
“Fuck Buttons,” I told her.
“Well, it sounds like people being murdered,” she replied.
There are some records that I know just to play in the car
when I’m driving someplace by myself, or to only listen to with headphones on.
Aside from worrying about wifey’s reaction to things, I have two companion
rabbits with very discerning ears—they lose their shit, get pissed, and stomp
their back legs if they don’t like the music I am listening to (this is a real
thing that has happened.) The album Sunbather
by Deafheaven, is mos def oone of those records.
What the fuck am I doing even listening to something as brutal and intimidating as Deafheaven? Is it because it copped an 8.9 on Pitchfork, meaning that I HAVE TO LIKE IT? Is it because Anti-Gravity Bunny’s Justin Snow repped it hard on Twitter?
Sunbather doesn’t
just sound like people being murdered. It sounds like people being murdered,
brought back to life, and then murdered again. Like for real B, I am no expert
on black metal, and I usually don’t fuck with black metal, so I feel like a bit
of a poser writing this piece.
(ayo, i'm just gonna scream some shit. i hope that's okay with everyone.)
So lead singer dude, George Clarke, is really good at
yelling stuff. I mean, like, maybe “yelling” doesn’t do justice to what dude is
doing here. Like my throat hurts just listening to this record. I imagine that
he needs a cough drop, a cup of hot tea, and a scarf after every show. Dude is
also probably saying something—but it seriously sounds just like hysterical
screaming. Like no disrespect though B. As intense as this is, I’m feeling it.
This dude could be writing the most thought provoking or devastating lyrics of
all time, but I would never know, because all I hear is someone screaming like
a member of their family just died in front of them.
Another thing that pushed me in the direction of at least
giving this a listen is the constant mention of “shoegaze” in information about
the band—the P4K review mentions it, and it’s one of their “genres” according
to the band’s Wikipedia page. In some of the more restrained guitar work, you
can mos def hear some of that influence. On the opening track, “Dream House,” I
was going to say that the guitar progression and sound is very reminiscent of
the shoegaze outfit Whirr. Coincidentally, Whirr guitarist Nick Bassett was in
Deafheaven for a minute—he no longer is, apparently.
Sunbather
occasionally relaxes—there are some less intense tracks. The album is actually
structured in a very interesting way. Of the seven songs, only four have
vocals. The other three are all instrumental pieces, or a bunch of ominous
noise to lead you into the next song. So when listening, you can occasionally
forget about the whole screaming thing for a bit, because it goes away. And
then it comes back and scares the shit out of you.
The absolute weight of this album reminds me slightly of the
early work of the post-hardcore band Glassjaw, or the raw intensity of Strap it On-era Helmet. But maybe a
million times more serious. When it’s not veering straight into “metal”
territory, with searing guitar riffs and a punishing double bass drum, there
are moments when Sunbather is quite
beautiful—like there’s beauty to be found within the chaos. George Clarke’s
screams, as off putting as they sound, don’t come out as angry—there is a sad
desperation to them once you get past the fact that you are, you know,
listening to a dude screaming in a black metal band.
It probably goes without saying that Deafheaven’s Sunbather is an acquired taste. I
actually surprised myself with how much I genuinely enjoyed this. So go into it
with an open mind, and you may actually enjoy it as well.
I just saw this, and your intro to this review is basically an exact replica of my reaction when Patrick first played this album.
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