The guitars on Deafheaven’s aching, nine-minute “Dream House” sound like classic U2, with a caustic Mogwai-like coda. It’s the sound of a metal band expanding within its reach, with an open ear dedicated not to what always comes next, but what will remain.
Ever walked into a nearly pitch-black room after roasting on sun-beaten asphalt, only to sweat it out with a host of the moshing unwashed? No? But what if candles were involved — would that make it classier?