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Most importantly, the joyful creativity that radiates from all of the band's other work is here in spades, too: it's hard not to smile at "Twin Killers"' zigzagging riffs or "Scream Team"'s giddy, girl-boy vocals. At the beginning of the album, there's more of an emphasis on pretty, relatively gentle songs like "Chatterboxes," "Odyssey," and "Vivid Cheek Love Song," although even these tracks have enough shifts in tempo and dynamics to prove that they're the work of Deerhoof.

By the time "You're Our Two" and "Rrrrrrright" close out the album, Deerhoof are back to the sugar-buzzing rock of their early days.

In between these extremes are the pretty pop of "Running Thoughts" and noisy, experimental cuts such as "Midnight Bicycle Mystery" and "Bone-Dry," which recalls the more elliptical moments of Deerhoof offshoot Curtains. While it's not as clearly conceptual as Milk Man was, The Runners Four also seems to tell an extended, if fractured, story involving murderous twin beauties, spies, pirates, and smugglers.

There's a lot to look and listen for in The Runners Four; it's Deerhoof's longest, most eclectic work yet, and more proof that the band can expand its sound without losing what makes it special. Hey, thanks for putting "The Runners Four" up. It's Deerhoof's hardest one to find. Purchasable with gift card. Chatterboxes In pencil lines of ages past, Idea maps were being drawn Over the world. Storytime in your wildest mind. What a wonderful Magic animal. Mother to child, Singing a long song.

Set sail, seaworthy vessel. Fill your holds with the sound Of daughters and sons Wagging their tongues. Written down in ink so clear, Voices of a yesteryear. Dreams are whispered in an ear. Twin Killers Tale of the traitors; Pretty pretty twin sisters.

Be kind, be shy were all lies. Witty wicked destroyers. Tale of killers. They're killers. Showed my back and so long. Never be traitors. Pretty pretty twin sisters. So fine, so shine what we had. Tricky two heads deceivers. Running Thoughts They were called The Runners Four.

Always slipping through the back door When they come ashore, Sneaking through their precious load, Cheating customs in a speedboat. When they come in from far away, Oh, they never can stay. They fly away to other skies With the sun in their eyes. Make their entrance two by two Bringing us a thought that's so new, Whistling secret tunes And smuggling through their precious smile, Breaking customs for a short while.

Vivid Cheek Love Song Baby baby hi five. Baby baby say hi. Little little ones. Mon ami nna. Take my hands now. Walk to where you like. Streets are flowers. Kites are flying by. Winter turns summer. Sense will be hi-fi. Love, love, love, la, la, la Baby, you promise me You will magic me. Magic me. Promise me.

Hearts are closer. Sing a song we like. Laugh together. I'll paint your cheek colorfully. Will you like it to be blue, red or green?

O'Malley, Former Underdog When you're overly confident, Then it's over before beginning the good part. Everybody fades away. Hooray, hooray, O'Malley, run. Hooray, hooray, O'Malley, fun. Used to be the underdog, Hooray, O'Malley, run. But you're overly confident. So it's over before beginning the good part. Everybody fades away; We got carried away. Odyssey Pirates on an odyssey. We ask our captain "What will be? My companions focus me On the bright real sun. You're my reason to go.

Careless whither I be led. How long will we last Out on the sea? Talking people happily; When they're right feel wrong. You're my real home Out on the sea. Wrong Time Capsule video.

Here's a message she would say: "Don't forget me yesterday 'Cause today's no place to stay. Will you spirit me away? You spirit me away. When you hunger number one. It's no wonder under fun. Don't be mean to see the green. You get caught in the machine. You're caught in the machine.

Bend the machine See the pendulum swing and go in between. Skip the waves, syncopate Forwards backwards Olulululu". Spirit Ditties Of No Tone Bless spirit ditties of no tone. Modulate more silence. You and I may forsee. We can be history, Painted on wall that's near Ought to. Montage fragments. Ditties of no tone. Scream Team Guiding you, a voice is coming from behind the stage. Finding you, a voice is found on a missing page. Winding through, a plot controller from another age. Pulling the cord of mystery.

Cheating a clock. Meeting a team from history. A stranger's face is seen, But was he on our team? The lights go out and everybody screamed, "team. The quarter whistle is about to blow. Then I go. Tunnel underground- Enter sideways, reaching all around.

In the darkness I will not be found. Invisible people doing the wave. You Can See Your legs don't work and you're caught in the light. To do something where music becomes-- and this sounds ridiculous or pretentious or something-- but where music becomes more than just good music. Any band taking cues from Wilco-- let alone the best band in the world-- that's hard to stomach. Says Dominique Leone, "You don't always have to sound poignant to make poignant music. So tomorrow, Deerhoof put on their Tuesday best and release their first straight-up guitar-rock album-- short, dense songs packed into familiar forms, full-bodied vocals for unabashed, often gut-punching melodies, less herk-jerk, less of that house-of-cards spirit that coursed through Reveille and Apple O.

Some people will miss that. Milk Man, Pt. Not really. Deerhoof aren't holding back here so much as redistributing their energies; where before we found cute in the grotesque, now the opposite. My offer: I'll concede that Milk Man was poppy, watered down, desperate love shit if you'll actually listen close to The Runners Four and realize that it's onto something else entirely-- by turns jubilant, confused, afraid, angry, sad, relieved, all pretty poignant, yes.

They've made us a hugging record.