Maybe the joke went too far. It was definitely too long.

I can only guess what Bradford Cox wanted.

The execution of the joke was consistent and bleeding through the entire set. Deerhunter (and especially their frontman) came to play

Seconds before the Atlanta band started their set at Vinyl Music Hall, Cox stumbled onstage, banged on the drumset, stalking in sunglasses and a winter cap while bantering in a cockney accent so bad that Benny Hill would have rolled in his grave and saluted the middle finger.

Cox’s standup routine fell short of the music, but Deerhunter played through the Cox’s jokes/performance art/interruptions. And as the last note ended, the punchline was nowhere to be found.

– Michael Hulin-Smith