A record that has more in common with the digital pop shimmer of Miracle Fortress, Caribou or Panda Bear than would be expected from the leader of a band as proudly scrappy as Deerhunter, this debut by Bradford Cox's solo alias boasts strong hooks and rich timbres, with a darkly playful feel that meshes well with the grainy childhood photo staring out from beneath the CD tray (perhaps of album dedicatee Lockett Pundt). With Let The Blind..., Cox fully comes into his own as a solid songwriter as adept at programming a tune as he is at prowling a stage, as capable of nuance and subtlety as mere provocation.