“How are you?”

This is the gracious question Bradford Cox poses to his eager Sunday night audience as Cox, Moses Archuleta, Josh Fauver, and Lockett Pund, altogether known as Deerhunter, stride onto stage grabbing at their respective instruments. This opening line is a little off-putting considering Cox's reputation of bolstering out on stage in long feminine dresses with an inherent air of predisposed aggravation. What you become reminded of is that this is a reputation from years past. Perhaps post solo non-...