This little crazy album is fantastic. The Deerhoof, seemingly on their eighth album (though such freshness doesn't reveal it), take the clichés of rock and submerge them under a form that is as minimalistic as it is daring and outside any pre-established canon.
In fact, at the base of their music lies a basic concept of rock in general: that of the riff, which contributes to making them incredibly communicative beyond their genetic predisposition for noise. A noise that now transcends the "usual" Sonic Youth and draws more from a trans-generational tradition passing through Fugazi, Pavement, Furry Things, Oneida, Blonde Redhead, etc. To this is added the Japanese sensibility, volatile and abstract, of the singer Satomi Matsuzaki, who transforms everything into surreal and charming nursery rhymes, but who perhaps is also the main culprit of an at times excessive mannerism that one perceives when listening to this album.
In most cases, however, Deerhoof are humble enough to offer the listener nothing more than beautiful songs, beneath the veneer of constantly deviant arrangements. Beautiful songs that, even in their own right, between the quirky vocal interpretations of the singer and the unpredictable communicativity of the instrumental parts, remain strongly personal. At their best moments, in conclusion, nothing more and nothing less than a beautiful (almost) Pop masterpiece and one of the most genuinely intelligent albums to be heard in recent years.