Saw Animal Collective last night at the Scala and it was, IMHO, fricken awesome. They took a little while to ramp things up, starting kinda slow and ambient, but the second half was a classic AC freakout - primal drumming, trancey, highly processed vocals and guitars, with Geologist (or was it Deakin?) apparently mixing everything on the fly. Sweet. They seem like such nice boys, too. Their new album, Feels, is pretty good, too, although I’ve only listened to it a few times thus far.
And tonight The Wrens are playing! The Wrens! The best band named after a small, hedge-dwelling bird ever. Woo-hoo! If you haven’t heard it yet, might I humbly suggest you give Meadowlands a listen. Or ten. It’s a wonderful album.
You wait months for a good gig to come along, then two coming along on consecutive days…
Animal Collective feels good to me too. And I never would have heard their strange little wonderful songs if it weren’t for you.
When we were kids, my sibs and I made a lot of noise, ridiculous noises, squeaky noises, repetitive honking noises, usually in the car on long trips, which is why my parents are possibly insane now.
Anyway, sometimes it would actually come together and sound like a little vocal orchestra, and we’d get a good noise groove going, and it was almost holy magic. Sort of like the best moments from Animal Collective.
Animal Collective without the “KIDS!! THAT IS ENOUGH. Be quiet NOW or you’ll get out and WALK. I’M GOING TO DRIVE US ALL INTO A DITCH IF YOU KEEP THAT UP.”