Deerhoof, Live at The Brudenell

Name: Deerhoof, Live at The Brudenell
Start: 2025-07-26T19:30:00+01:00
Location: Brudenell Social Club

Schedule

Sat, 26 Jul, 2025 at 07:30 pm

UTC+01:00

Location

Brudenell Social Club | Leeds, EN

Brudenell Presents...
Deerhoof
+ Guests
26.07.2025 | £17.50 ADVANCE (stbf) | Doos 19:30
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Though Deerhoof long ago established itself as one of the greatest rock groups ever to stride the earth—and if you think that’s hyperbole, you haven’t spent enough time listening to Deerhoof—the furiously inventive quartet releases new albums on the schedule of a young band still hungry for its first break. Each one presents a challenge to themselves, to discover some previously unknown combination of candy-coated hard-rock riffs and free-jazz percussive freakouts, sideways pop hooks and fearsome dissonance, trenchant social commentary and surrealist humor. And yet somehow, they’re also profoundly reliable, a strange but true descriptor for a band so creatively restless. No matter how far they follow their own curiosity and ambition, they never stray from some essential aspect of their identity. You never know what a new Deerhoof album might sound like, except that it will always sound like Deerhoof.
They are defined by such paradoxes, as Noble and Godlike in Ruin reaffirms. Their latest album is either a portrait of a world descending into monstrous hate, dehumanization, and dollar signs, or a haunting self-portrait of band-as-monster: an intelligent, sensitive, hybrid creature, singing tirelessly of love, but increasingly alienated from that world.
The music is joyful and foreboding, cybernetic and deeply human, all at once. Strings that evoke avant-garde chamber music and classic horror-film soundtracks bounce off guitar and bass lines that chug on impervious to the creeping dread. The drums are sometimes filtered to sound almost electronic, but no computer could come up with rhythms so funky and dynamic, with each minute variation from one snare hit to the next conveying worlds of possibility. Though the subject matter may be bleak—how could it not be?—the songs carry an implicit note of defiant optimism in their refusal to bow to convention or received wisdom. There’s that famous Dylan Thomas line about raging against the dying of the light: Noble and Godlike in Ruin feels a little like that. The world may be going down, but Deerhoof is going down swinging.
Deerhoof seems to thrive on collapse, whether musical—in the moments on their latest LP when their songs crash and break apart, then reassemble in surprising and delightful new fashion—or, for that matter, societal. The last 31 years have not exactly been kind to the 90s “indie” ideals that nurtured Deerhoof’s early career, whose torch they still carry proudly. But judging from the ferocity and experimentalism of their upcoming LP, they are abandoning any semblance of prevailing music industry wisdom and just going harder.
Fronting it all is Satomi Matsuzaki’s inimitable alto. A voice of solitude, whose plainspoken calm can seem strangely outside of the band’s maelstrom, even as she contributes to it with her jaggedly precise bass parts. As a first-generation immigrant to the US, she’s never tried to disguise her Japanese accent, or her deadpan, karaoke-esque delivery. On Noble and Godlike in Ruin, her sense of remove feels alternately like an expression of loneliness and like a cool provocation to systems of oppression and control. “Kindness is all I needed from you,” she sings on the epic album closer “Immigrant Songs.” “But you think we’re in your house.” Not long after, the song detonates, its tightly wound art-pop giving way to several minutes of howling noise.
Noble and Godlike in Ruin’s production sheen is cinematic, almost orchestral, and the musicianship gleams as it twists between rock, punk, latin, classical, funk, and no-wave. It’s as if our protagonist keeps shattering the fourth wall that the instruments behind her keep scrambling to rebuild. Matching the whimsical to the revolutionary, the beautiful to the horrific, Noble and Godlike in Ruin provides a catharsis which liberates listeners from the inhumane world we’re forced to wrap our bamboozled, grief-stricken heads around.
In other words: Yes, it sounds like Deerhoof. This is simply the latest and fiercest in their long line of mystical, subversive noise-pop operas, riddled with literary references and double meanings. As long as there are structures of greed and domination on Earth, these mischievous beasts will be around to challenge and thumb their noses at them—and, maybe someday, to topple them once and for all. You can count on it.