You guys, we also get new records from Daft Punk and The National in the next two weeks. Thank you, 2013.

A list of ‘Best Deerhunter Songs’ that does not include ‘Desire Lines’ and ‘Agoraphobia’ is a joke, unless you mean ’10 Best Deerhunter Songs That Are Not Written By Lockett Pundt’.

Nothing Ever Happened and Desire Lines are curious omissions. THM is good, but #4?

Trifecta.

are VW the best pop band of the present moment? serious question. i certainly wouldn’t argue that they’re the best pop *act* — but what other current band has the same mastery of concision, the same facility with sonic detail, and the same ability to write tunes that are so outrageously catchy??

Where I’m from in South Africa, ‘moment’s silence’ means crazy party.

And now a moment of silence for the absence of “Nothing Ever Happened.”

sometimes, you just have to look an idiot in the face and say

Can you buy me a copy on vinyl?

this song is probably one of the most difficult on the ears pop songs of all time. no joke.

they make the song…as shitty as possible

the fucked up vocals in that chorus are so ear bleedingly awful. just seizure inducingly horrific. seriously it’s a garbage nightmare sound that will haunt me until i die. what the fuck.

poopy poop for ppl with poop in their ears

A.K.A. “Ten songs that will make you buy a 10 ft. piece of rope.”

I was there from the beginning and inside the dome for 3 1/2 hours. My friend had bought the tickets. I only knew a few hours ahead of what I was in for.
At first it was exciting to see The National.
Then boredom set in and as most people we pulled out our phones to do various things like take photos and text what we were doing to our friends. No one was sure what ‘the rules’ were and what, as the audience we should be doing.
The friend I was with cracked a few jokes that they wouldn’t let us leave or that we’d grow bored or that we’d never want to hear the song ago. Suprirsingly, that wasn’t true.
After an hour or so, I closed my eyes and listened to the music, and much like when you go running, where the first part is kind of work and boring, you hit a sort of altered state and everything became surreal. The song wasn’t just a song anymore.
The National was very professional and they actually did a few versions, one with horns, another with more vocals, another with the drummer out for a bit, one with Jesus and Mary Chain-esque guitars.
At first no one cheered. But once they started to make small changes we cheered. When the guy brought them food we cheered. When they deviated in little ways from the song, we liked those versions better. We liked that we were seeing something live and not a perfectly polished prerecorded with auto-tune experience. Eventually we started to cheer for The National between the end and beginning of each iteration. We wanted them to succeed. We all became increasingly invested in the experience; well, as much as our bodies and minds would allow.
We found ourselves singing along the most when a member needed to take a break. We were in solidarity with the band.
And despite the sad song and repetition, the overall vibe was hopeful, cheerful even.
We didn’t realize once we walked out that there was a very long line to return and we lacked confidence that we would get back in in time for the ending.
I watched a few of the videos, to see if I could go back into that moment in time, but it’s not the same.
The National did an amazing job. I would have never gone if I had known the premise ahead (because it seemed like a gimmick and kind of crazy). But it was beautiful and spiritual and yes I’ve listened to the song a few times more and I hope to hear it more in the future. I hope The National would enjoy playing the song again, because they created something beautiful and unique with that experience. It gave the song even more value and weight.
They were brave and professional and wonderful. For each iteration.
If they did it again, I would tell people to go and experience it. I know I would go again.
For me, it was far more than just repetition.