Isn’t It Now?
Animal Collective's umpteenth full-length leans fully into their proggiest inclinations, grazing a century of American musical styles with Renaissance instrumentation, peaking on a wailing, 22-minute epic. Ambitious and eccentric as ever, then.
For all their indie popularity, Animal Collective have always been a bit like Marmite. Their early folk-y run was zanier than the output of their more po-faced peers, and as they've limped into middle age, the band has embraced their wackiest ideas. 'Isn't It Now?' is their most Animal Collective album yet, staggering from doo-wop and soft rock into disco and psychedelic jazz - everything wrapped up in the aesthetics of '70s prog. If that sounds annoying, this one probably won't be for you, but if you fancy hearing what Procol Harem might have sounded like if they'd been raised in Baltimore on a diet of Hot Cheetos, gas station Delta-9 and Kool Aid, then you should keep reading.
Early single 'Soul Capturer' starts us off, but for our money it's the album's weakest link - too close to their earlier hits to pull into more novel territory. They get going in earnest with 'Genie's Open', a slippery '60s psych burner that's blessed with all the horns, gentle trap kit pops and wobbly vocal harmonies you'd expect from a band that's just spent an endless summer finding themselves in India. 'Magicians From Baltimore' is even dizzier, a break-y fog of vintage vamps, raspy and wonked phaser-heavy vocals, but it's 'Defeat' that'll attract most attention - 22 minutes of drone and church organ twinkles, that cuts into a jaunty sing-along romp in the central section.
Elsewhere, the trio tries its hand at vintage disco with 'All The Clubs Are Broken', singing like lost bards with a Space Echo over the expected flurry of kicks 'n claps. And they have a crack at early music with 'King's Walk', sounding like Paul Simon in the process. It's a mixed bag, but you can't fault them for having lofty goals.
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Animal Collective's umpteenth full-length leans fully into their proggiest inclinations, grazing a century of American musical styles with Renaissance instrumentation, peaking on a wailing, 22-minute epic. Ambitious and eccentric as ever, then.
For all their indie popularity, Animal Collective have always been a bit like Marmite. Their early folk-y run was zanier than the output of their more po-faced peers, and as they've limped into middle age, the band has embraced their wackiest ideas. 'Isn't It Now?' is their most Animal Collective album yet, staggering from doo-wop and soft rock into disco and psychedelic jazz - everything wrapped up in the aesthetics of '70s prog. If that sounds annoying, this one probably won't be for you, but if you fancy hearing what Procol Harem might have sounded like if they'd been raised in Baltimore on a diet of Hot Cheetos, gas station Delta-9 and Kool Aid, then you should keep reading.
Early single 'Soul Capturer' starts us off, but for our money it's the album's weakest link - too close to their earlier hits to pull into more novel territory. They get going in earnest with 'Genie's Open', a slippery '60s psych burner that's blessed with all the horns, gentle trap kit pops and wobbly vocal harmonies you'd expect from a band that's just spent an endless summer finding themselves in India. 'Magicians From Baltimore' is even dizzier, a break-y fog of vintage vamps, raspy and wonked phaser-heavy vocals, but it's 'Defeat' that'll attract most attention - 22 minutes of drone and church organ twinkles, that cuts into a jaunty sing-along romp in the central section.
Elsewhere, the trio tries its hand at vintage disco with 'All The Clubs Are Broken', singing like lost bards with a Space Echo over the expected flurry of kicks 'n claps. And they have a crack at early music with 'King's Walk', sounding like Paul Simon in the process. It's a mixed bag, but you can't fault them for having lofty goals.
Animal Collective's umpteenth full-length leans fully into their proggiest inclinations, grazing a century of American musical styles with Renaissance instrumentation, peaking on a wailing, 22-minute epic. Ambitious and eccentric as ever, then.
For all their indie popularity, Animal Collective have always been a bit like Marmite. Their early folk-y run was zanier than the output of their more po-faced peers, and as they've limped into middle age, the band has embraced their wackiest ideas. 'Isn't It Now?' is their most Animal Collective album yet, staggering from doo-wop and soft rock into disco and psychedelic jazz - everything wrapped up in the aesthetics of '70s prog. If that sounds annoying, this one probably won't be for you, but if you fancy hearing what Procol Harem might have sounded like if they'd been raised in Baltimore on a diet of Hot Cheetos, gas station Delta-9 and Kool Aid, then you should keep reading.
Early single 'Soul Capturer' starts us off, but for our money it's the album's weakest link - too close to their earlier hits to pull into more novel territory. They get going in earnest with 'Genie's Open', a slippery '60s psych burner that's blessed with all the horns, gentle trap kit pops and wobbly vocal harmonies you'd expect from a band that's just spent an endless summer finding themselves in India. 'Magicians From Baltimore' is even dizzier, a break-y fog of vintage vamps, raspy and wonked phaser-heavy vocals, but it's 'Defeat' that'll attract most attention - 22 minutes of drone and church organ twinkles, that cuts into a jaunty sing-along romp in the central section.
Elsewhere, the trio tries its hand at vintage disco with 'All The Clubs Are Broken', singing like lost bards with a Space Echo over the expected flurry of kicks 'n claps. And they have a crack at early music with 'King's Walk', sounding like Paul Simon in the process. It's a mixed bag, but you can't fault them for having lofty goals.
Animal Collective's umpteenth full-length leans fully into their proggiest inclinations, grazing a century of American musical styles with Renaissance instrumentation, peaking on a wailing, 22-minute epic. Ambitious and eccentric as ever, then.
For all their indie popularity, Animal Collective have always been a bit like Marmite. Their early folk-y run was zanier than the output of their more po-faced peers, and as they've limped into middle age, the band has embraced their wackiest ideas. 'Isn't It Now?' is their most Animal Collective album yet, staggering from doo-wop and soft rock into disco and psychedelic jazz - everything wrapped up in the aesthetics of '70s prog. If that sounds annoying, this one probably won't be for you, but if you fancy hearing what Procol Harem might have sounded like if they'd been raised in Baltimore on a diet of Hot Cheetos, gas station Delta-9 and Kool Aid, then you should keep reading.
Early single 'Soul Capturer' starts us off, but for our money it's the album's weakest link - too close to their earlier hits to pull into more novel territory. They get going in earnest with 'Genie's Open', a slippery '60s psych burner that's blessed with all the horns, gentle trap kit pops and wobbly vocal harmonies you'd expect from a band that's just spent an endless summer finding themselves in India. 'Magicians From Baltimore' is even dizzier, a break-y fog of vintage vamps, raspy and wonked phaser-heavy vocals, but it's 'Defeat' that'll attract most attention - 22 minutes of drone and church organ twinkles, that cuts into a jaunty sing-along romp in the central section.
Elsewhere, the trio tries its hand at vintage disco with 'All The Clubs Are Broken', singing like lost bards with a Space Echo over the expected flurry of kicks 'n claps. And they have a crack at early music with 'King's Walk', sounding like Paul Simon in the process. It's a mixed bag, but you can't fault them for having lofty goals.
Black double LP in gatefold sleeve.
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Animal Collective's umpteenth full-length leans fully into their proggiest inclinations, grazing a century of American musical styles with Renaissance instrumentation, peaking on a wailing, 22-minute epic. Ambitious and eccentric as ever, then.
For all their indie popularity, Animal Collective have always been a bit like Marmite. Their early folk-y run was zanier than the output of their more po-faced peers, and as they've limped into middle age, the band has embraced their wackiest ideas. 'Isn't It Now?' is their most Animal Collective album yet, staggering from doo-wop and soft rock into disco and psychedelic jazz - everything wrapped up in the aesthetics of '70s prog. If that sounds annoying, this one probably won't be for you, but if you fancy hearing what Procol Harem might have sounded like if they'd been raised in Baltimore on a diet of Hot Cheetos, gas station Delta-9 and Kool Aid, then you should keep reading.
Early single 'Soul Capturer' starts us off, but for our money it's the album's weakest link - too close to their earlier hits to pull into more novel territory. They get going in earnest with 'Genie's Open', a slippery '60s psych burner that's blessed with all the horns, gentle trap kit pops and wobbly vocal harmonies you'd expect from a band that's just spent an endless summer finding themselves in India. 'Magicians From Baltimore' is even dizzier, a break-y fog of vintage vamps, raspy and wonked phaser-heavy vocals, but it's 'Defeat' that'll attract most attention - 22 minutes of drone and church organ twinkles, that cuts into a jaunty sing-along romp in the central section.
Elsewhere, the trio tries its hand at vintage disco with 'All The Clubs Are Broken', singing like lost bards with a Space Echo over the expected flurry of kicks 'n claps. And they have a crack at early music with 'King's Walk', sounding like Paul Simon in the process. It's a mixed bag, but you can't fault them for having lofty goals.
Orange colour double LP in gatefold sleeve.
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Animal Collective's umpteenth full-length leans fully into their proggiest inclinations, grazing a century of American musical styles with Renaissance instrumentation, peaking on a wailing, 22-minute epic. Ambitious and eccentric as ever, then.
For all their indie popularity, Animal Collective have always been a bit like Marmite. Their early folk-y run was zanier than the output of their more po-faced peers, and as they've limped into middle age, the band has embraced their wackiest ideas. 'Isn't It Now?' is their most Animal Collective album yet, staggering from doo-wop and soft rock into disco and psychedelic jazz - everything wrapped up in the aesthetics of '70s prog. If that sounds annoying, this one probably won't be for you, but if you fancy hearing what Procol Harem might have sounded like if they'd been raised in Baltimore on a diet of Hot Cheetos, gas station Delta-9 and Kool Aid, then you should keep reading.
Early single 'Soul Capturer' starts us off, but for our money it's the album's weakest link - too close to their earlier hits to pull into more novel territory. They get going in earnest with 'Genie's Open', a slippery '60s psych burner that's blessed with all the horns, gentle trap kit pops and wobbly vocal harmonies you'd expect from a band that's just spent an endless summer finding themselves in India. 'Magicians From Baltimore' is even dizzier, a break-y fog of vintage vamps, raspy and wonked phaser-heavy vocals, but it's 'Defeat' that'll attract most attention - 22 minutes of drone and church organ twinkles, that cuts into a jaunty sing-along romp in the central section.
Elsewhere, the trio tries its hand at vintage disco with 'All The Clubs Are Broken', singing like lost bards with a Space Echo over the expected flurry of kicks 'n claps. And they have a crack at early music with 'King's Walk', sounding like Paul Simon in the process. It's a mixed bag, but you can't fault them for having lofty goals.
CD in a capacity wallet, with artwork poster insert.
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Animal Collective's umpteenth full-length leans fully into their proggiest inclinations, grazing a century of American musical styles with Renaissance instrumentation, peaking on a wailing, 22-minute epic. Ambitious and eccentric as ever, then.
For all their indie popularity, Animal Collective have always been a bit like Marmite. Their early folk-y run was zanier than the output of their more po-faced peers, and as they've limped into middle age, the band has embraced their wackiest ideas. 'Isn't It Now?' is their most Animal Collective album yet, staggering from doo-wop and soft rock into disco and psychedelic jazz - everything wrapped up in the aesthetics of '70s prog. If that sounds annoying, this one probably won't be for you, but if you fancy hearing what Procol Harem might have sounded like if they'd been raised in Baltimore on a diet of Hot Cheetos, gas station Delta-9 and Kool Aid, then you should keep reading.
Early single 'Soul Capturer' starts us off, but for our money it's the album's weakest link - too close to their earlier hits to pull into more novel territory. They get going in earnest with 'Genie's Open', a slippery '60s psych burner that's blessed with all the horns, gentle trap kit pops and wobbly vocal harmonies you'd expect from a band that's just spent an endless summer finding themselves in India. 'Magicians From Baltimore' is even dizzier, a break-y fog of vintage vamps, raspy and wonked phaser-heavy vocals, but it's 'Defeat' that'll attract most attention - 22 minutes of drone and church organ twinkles, that cuts into a jaunty sing-along romp in the central section.
Elsewhere, the trio tries its hand at vintage disco with 'All The Clubs Are Broken', singing like lost bards with a Space Echo over the expected flurry of kicks 'n claps. And they have a crack at early music with 'King's Walk', sounding like Paul Simon in the process. It's a mixed bag, but you can't fault them for having lofty goals.