"Born of concrete, born out of chemistry, comes out of chaos, blooms into infinity."
Named after a taunt the band regularly heard at early shows, Deerhunter's debut, though more or less disowned by frontman Bradford Cox, stating the band was "just really desperate to put something out," is a beautiful mess that rewards the listener if given half a chance. While Turn It Up, Faggot! is often described as an impenetrable noise-fest, nothing could be further from the truth. Yes, the vocals are virtually indiscernible and the heavy wash of reverb drowning everything creates an atmosphere of impenetrability, yet the melodies somehow surface, allowing songs such as "N. Animal," "Adorno" and "Oceans" to transcend the noisy undertow of the album. More than just an interesting glimpse of a great band at a formative moment, Deerhunter's debut is a great slice of noisy, tuneful fragmentation.
