Honestly, the spiralling, whimsical day dream of Animal Collective's eighth album is likely to have that effect on you. It's yet another noisy psychedelic folk pop journey from these four prolific Baltimore musicians who go by the names of Avey Tare, Panda Bear, Geologist, and Deakin.
Their playful astral pop is similar to Mercury Rev, only less sweet and mooshy. Plus, this challenging yet satisfying album is not likely to score them a support slot on a Coldplay tour as happened to Mercury Rev recently. There's a menacing off-kilter backdrop to the group's music but what makes it charming and appealing is their warped take on Beach Boys-style pop.
It opens with the flighty and chaotic
In the Flowers
; next up there's the relentless thud and twinkling interstellar sounds of
My Girls
(complete with excitable "Owwws"); and last track
Brother Sport
is a good old-fashioned, out of control musical round.
Merriweather Post Pavillion
- aptly named after an outdoor music venue in Columbia, Maryland, because it would sound stunning outdoors or at an observatory - is enough to turn your brain to mush, yet funnily enough it's also intensely enjoyable.
Scott Kara
