Some Deerhunter fans might find this a groundbreaking manifesto for post-populist times. Certainly in its pop qualities, this is a Deerhunter album destined for café and boutique play. The abstract side, however, stays a bit too cryptic. Cox lets us know he’s aiming for both absurdity and sober profundities by the way he plays with fonts in the lyric sheet, but the signal is buried in the noise. For now, Deerhunter will have to be taken at its Beatles-esque surface layer, as the Dada within is hard to decipher.