When I read Murakami’s novels, I tend to imagine Deerhoof’s Satomi Matsuzaki as the female characters. Dancing across the stage with a tiger mask, throwing up hand symbols and jumping in time with a bass guitar slung over her shoulder, she’s an odd sight to behold, but the perfect front woman for such a quirky band. Deerhoof’s often impractical melodic schemes are best described by that word, “quirky,” and perhaps also the phrase: “fucking awesome.”
Lined up across the main stage the band dropped odd time signatures and cartoonish licks on a captive audience. As the night grows closer to its finally, the crowds have been piling in, and from the pit all I could make out was an endless sea of people. So when the band played “” (that song everyone knows), an endless sea of people was “doo-doo-doo-doo-bee-bee”-ing along with Matsuzaki.
For such an odd band, I can’t get over how fun Deerhoof are. They’ve never projected that arrogant, all-important image of some of their contemporaries, and they fast became one of the best bands I’ve seen today.
