America. Don’t wear that word out just yet — you’re going read it a million more times and find yourself thinking about it a lot in the next few months. It’s also the name of Baltimore electronica soloist Dan Deacon’s latest album, the themes of which, thankfully, sidestep all things political and instead simply celebrate the joy of living the good ol’ U.S.A. Granted, it’s not likely you’d discern those themes amid the loosely organized chaos that is a Dan Deacon album without at least the song titles to guide you. Deacon actually manages to cram even more clutter than usual here, but he also does a better job of harnessing it into something both jarring and listenable. Layer upon layer of abrasive synths, junktronic beats, hypnotic drones and melodic chants pile up into a sort of anthemic deconstructionist dance-pop that sounds a little smarter with each listen.