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[An edited version of this article was originally published in the October 2015 issue of  SF Sounds. The version below is my original unedited version.]

Late August 2013, I’m standing in The Void, a smallish club in San Diego. San Francisco’s Deafheaven takes the stage and begins their set with Dream House, the first track from their Sunbather album. I’m instantly pulled in as the My Bloody Valentine-esque guitars begin to wash over the crowd. By the time Clark’s vocals enter the space, we are already journeying to the beyond, carried further and further by pounding drums and heavy bass. I couldn’t understand what Clark was singing about, but it sounded like anger and pain. It seemed to me, that Clark’s vocals were expressing an intense suffering, which was surrounded by music pointing to something bigger, something ethereal and even compassionate. I had just found out about my mom’s cancer diagnosis days before, and this music offered me the transcendence I needed. Deafheaven’s sound met me on that plane where the surreal and brutality and darkness and light all live. Their wall of sound is equivalent in power and strength to SWANS (which for me, is the band by which all walls of sound shall be judged), and as sonically sublime as any noise jam by Sigur Ros. Deafheaven picked their name well.

Music Review

Deafheaven

Metal is not and has never really been my thing. Before that show, I owned zero metal albums (okay, except for maybe an old Ozzy cassette from back in the day), but within days of that show at The Void, I owned two: Deafheaven’s Sunbather and Roads to Judah, and as of October 2nd, the day they release New Bermuda, I’ll own three. That said, there are some very passionate voices out there debating just how to classify Deafheaven. You can decide for yourself by checking them out at The Fillmore on October 17th. Are they metal or not, and does it even matter. As my best friend, Doug, put it, “They’re just fucking awesome!”