Centipede Hz
Do you remember when Animal Collective were just a bunch of misunderstood experimental types in masks releasing on a small independent label? We do, but it seems like eons ago that they weren’t the most mainstream experimental act in the world. It’s hardly news that they went from playing janky neo-folk shows in front of ten people to being the darlings of every frat house in America seemingly overnight, but it’s astonishing that rather than repeating the formula employed on ‘My Girls’ they seem just as eager to upset the state of things as they were back in the early 00s. ‘Centipede Hz’ is a very different beast from its predecessor and for the most part eschews the chipper electronics that made it so universal. Instead we’re presented with woozy psychedelia, massive overdoses of flanger and the kind of singalong melodies you’d more rightly associate with Paul Simon’s ‘Graceland’. Of course this is still very much an Animal Collective album, the 4-track Beach Boys sound still underpins everything, but there’s very much a feeling that they’ve thrown the kitchen sink and more into ‘Centepede Hz’, and that it was a very conscious choice. Where ‘Merriweather Post Pavillion’ sounded almost stripped bare, ‘Centipede Hz’ is its pimpishly dressed cousin, draped in thrift store bargains and cheap gold. Underneath its gaudy exterior however is a memorable set of songs, from the nursery-rhyme chime of ‘Applesauce’ to the melted Uriah Heap-isms of ‘Today’s Supernatural’. Only time will tell how ‘Centipede Hz’ is received...
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Do you remember when Animal Collective were just a bunch of misunderstood experimental types in masks releasing on a small independent label? We do, but it seems like eons ago that they weren’t the most mainstream experimental act in the world. It’s hardly news that they went from playing janky neo-folk shows in front of ten people to being the darlings of every frat house in America seemingly overnight, but it’s astonishing that rather than repeating the formula employed on ‘My Girls’ they seem just as eager to upset the state of things as they were back in the early 00s. ‘Centipede Hz’ is a very different beast from its predecessor and for the most part eschews the chipper electronics that made it so universal. Instead we’re presented with woozy psychedelia, massive overdoses of flanger and the kind of singalong melodies you’d more rightly associate with Paul Simon’s ‘Graceland’. Of course this is still very much an Animal Collective album, the 4-track Beach Boys sound still underpins everything, but there’s very much a feeling that they’ve thrown the kitchen sink and more into ‘Centepede Hz’, and that it was a very conscious choice. Where ‘Merriweather Post Pavillion’ sounded almost stripped bare, ‘Centipede Hz’ is its pimpishly dressed cousin, draped in thrift store bargains and cheap gold. Underneath its gaudy exterior however is a memorable set of songs, from the nursery-rhyme chime of ‘Applesauce’ to the melted Uriah Heap-isms of ‘Today’s Supernatural’. Only time will tell how ‘Centipede Hz’ is received...
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Do you remember when Animal Collective were just a bunch of misunderstood experimental types in masks releasing on a small independent label? We do, but it seems like eons ago that they weren’t the most mainstream experimental act in the world. It’s hardly news that they went from playing janky neo-folk shows in front of ten people to being the darlings of every frat house in America seemingly overnight, but it’s astonishing that rather than repeating the formula employed on ‘My Girls’ they seem just as eager to upset the state of things as they were back in the early 00s. ‘Centipede Hz’ is a very different beast from its predecessor and for the most part eschews the chipper electronics that made it so universal. Instead we’re presented with woozy psychedelia, massive overdoses of flanger and the kind of singalong melodies you’d more rightly associate with Paul Simon’s ‘Graceland’. Of course this is still very much an Animal Collective album, the 4-track Beach Boys sound still underpins everything, but there’s very much a feeling that they’ve thrown the kitchen sink and more into ‘Centepede Hz’, and that it was a very conscious choice. Where ‘Merriweather Post Pavillion’ sounded almost stripped bare, ‘Centipede Hz’ is its pimpishly dressed cousin, draped in thrift store bargains and cheap gold. Underneath its gaudy exterior however is a memorable set of songs, from the nursery-rhyme chime of ‘Applesauce’ to the melted Uriah Heap-isms of ‘Today’s Supernatural’. Only time will tell how ‘Centipede Hz’ is received...
Lossless formats contain 24 bit / 96kHz audio.
Do you remember when Animal Collective were just a bunch of misunderstood experimental types in masks releasing on a small independent label? We do, but it seems like eons ago that they weren’t the most mainstream experimental act in the world. It’s hardly news that they went from playing janky neo-folk shows in front of ten people to being the darlings of every frat house in America seemingly overnight, but it’s astonishing that rather than repeating the formula employed on ‘My Girls’ they seem just as eager to upset the state of things as they were back in the early 00s. ‘Centipede Hz’ is a very different beast from its predecessor and for the most part eschews the chipper electronics that made it so universal. Instead we’re presented with woozy psychedelia, massive overdoses of flanger and the kind of singalong melodies you’d more rightly associate with Paul Simon’s ‘Graceland’. Of course this is still very much an Animal Collective album, the 4-track Beach Boys sound still underpins everything, but there’s very much a feeling that they’ve thrown the kitchen sink and more into ‘Centepede Hz’, and that it was a very conscious choice. Where ‘Merriweather Post Pavillion’ sounded almost stripped bare, ‘Centipede Hz’ is its pimpishly dressed cousin, draped in thrift store bargains and cheap gold. Underneath its gaudy exterior however is a memorable set of songs, from the nursery-rhyme chime of ‘Applesauce’ to the melted Uriah Heap-isms of ‘Today’s Supernatural’. Only time will tell how ‘Centipede Hz’ is received...