Album: Animal Collective, Centipede HZ (Domino)

Sunday 02 September 2012 00:32 BST

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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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