Deerhunter made their return to Montréal last night for what was to be a full-on spectacle with a sold-out crowd at Le National.

Cindy Lee broke our hearts in the most beautiful way when opening for Deerhunter last night. Lee sashayed across the stage through smoky lights that shone on their glossy blonde hair, the leather of their skirt shimmering. Emerging in a fur coat and sunglasses, and leaving in only the skirt and a black strappy lingerie top, Lee was backed by a mysterious angel rocking a bass, a lap steel, and backup vocals. Cindy Lee crooned their way to a glamorous transcendence, cutting a path through the industrial noise and minimalistic glory.

Absolutely Incredible.

And then came Deerhunter 

Bradford Cox said Cindy Lee was now their favourite performer, and then dedicated the set to Trish Keenan from Broadcast (as it was the anniversary of her death). Cox went on to graciously thank Kings of Leon, who helped bring them back to Montreal, saying “it’s not about taste, it’s about kindness.”

Amen to that.

Cox also generously thanked Blue Skies Turn Black, and all of us for being there, in a way that was sincere and full of warmth. Throughout the set, Cox would speak to the crowd bringing us into their inspirations and thoughts behind the songs.

I think we were all there because Deerhunter’s music speaks to the awkward, lonely youngster in all of us. When we hung out in basements and parking lots with our outcast friends, waiting for something to happen that would make us feel normal and alright.

Deerhunter has this inclusive vibe to it so that the crowd was sharing all of those things. A vulnerability, a feeling that we were all beautiful weirdos together, and it was amazing, it was a good thing to be there, and to be who we are.

The jams went on and on with the band playing things from across their colourful discography, and then bursting into an impromptu Patti Smith Horses homage which was all at once reckless and amazing.

At one feverish point in the night, Bradford Cox ripped off his wig. I didn’t even know they were wearing a wig. But suddenly Cox became more beautiful than before, and I felt grateful that we were an audience who had earned their trust enough for the wigs to come off.