DAN DEACON - Bromst. It should come as a surprise to no one that Deacon has a degree in electroacoustic composition – the introduction to Bromst comes in the form of an absolutely unapologetic, big, fat fucking square wave giving you the heads up that you might have a heart attack within the next hour. Deacon’s most accessible release thus far is still like having a bipolar preschooler in the peak of mania attack you with freshly-sharpened crayons, and after rendering you unconscious this kid eats the crayons, drinks your blood for strength, and jacks your wallet. Bromst is frantic, frenetic, and totally wants you to drop dead on the treadmill. And Dan Deacon live is transcendental – he manipulates his audience into a servile blob of sweat and worship. I know he had me laying on my back on a grimy warehouse floor singing a random tone to the command "think about the face of somebody who doesn’t love you anymore" with several dozen loaded scene kids in 100 degree heat at 2 AM.
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