The Runners Four Turns 20

Is there a band that captures the charm of buying a CD discovered on a blog better than Deerhoof? Though I came of age towards the tail end of physical media’s prime, I sincerely doubt it. I’m now 27 — just old enough that streaming platforms were still a curiosity as my teenage friends and I explored indie classics at the dawn of high school. Of the acts we unearthed through swapped MP3s and burgeoning online magazines, Deerhoof were among the strangest. The San Francisco noise pop qua...

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