Pitchfork called this one a downer. Allow me to retort. One night when going out for drinks to celebrate a friend’s birthday, five of us piled into my car and played Dugout over and over, screaming the words, high-fiving and laughing uncontrollably. During the drive we realized that we had the lyrics wrong (“I’m haunting the basement again,” not “I’m down in the basement again” or “mom’s in the basement again”) and got sore throats. Remember, this was on our way to get drinks. That’s a good time, as far as I’m concerned.
2. Grizzly Bear - Yellow House
People went crazy for their first one, but I never understood what the big deal was. It sounded like lo-fi folk with sound textures, right at the time when “freak-folk” was hitting it big, so it didn’t stand out. But this one blew my mind. To borrow an analogy from someone else talking about something else, if the first one was black and white then this one is technicolour. Like that one scene in The Wizard of Oz.