My head feels like I just pulled it out of a vice. I picked up the latest CD from Deerhoof -- Milk Man. They're from around here (San Francisco), but they have received a lot more national and international press lately. Their latest recording is probably their most accessible to date, but then that's like picking out David Cronenberg's best feel-good movie for the whole family.
If dementia had a soundtrack, they would be it. Imagine the pop sweetness of a Japanese lead singer in Helly Kitty pajamas combined with Bad Moon Rising-era Sonic Youth and an assortment of other odd pop and rock sounds thrown in. Irreverent, annoying, but ... if you give it time, it grows on you for how completely messed up it is. You'll either find it challenging and interesting or will curse it as complete rubbish.