AmericaDan Deacon

I remember first seeing pictures of Dan Deacon about five years ago, right around Spiderman of the Rings. Before I ever pushed play, I cut up magazine pictures of his gadgets-cum-instruments covered in colored tape and wired together on shaky tabletops, torn visages of his playful mix of nerdy wild child taped into spiral bound notepads. He seemed like an oddity, someone doing something memorable, and his music was no disappointment to that illusion. Fast-forward to 2012, and Deacon's com...

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