In Diegesis

Microcastle by Deerhunter

Listening to this album is (for me) kind of like taking mushrooms. It transports the listener to a place where all decisions, or acts of behavior, begin to ring false, effectively wrapping the listener in a cocoon of comfortable perception. You perceive the album. That’s it. You could bob your head. Or not. “Nothing Ever Happened” gives you the opportunity to dance, though often I don’t. Where does the self, or individuality, come from? Empirically speaking, it must be what the person does that makes the person unique, but where does behavior come from? For me (and in different ways, for Bradford Cox too), it comes from this album – hearing it, feeling it, and then going about my day.

Note: Maybe someday I should listen to this ON mushrooms? I might just dissolve into nothingness completely.