Album: Animal Collective, Centipede HZ (Domino)
Admirably, Animal Collective have made no concessions whatsoever to the wider audience whose ears were opened by Merriweather Post Pavilion in 2009.
The experimental psychedelicists' ninth album feels akin to hearing a Smile-era Beach Boys song in your sleep while roadwork drills pound outside your window, and your brain re-editing the sounds into new dream-logic shapes. Simultaneously the most and the least pop record of the autumn.
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