Animal Collective Play Webster Hall
Or, a night at the zoo (where hipster primates dance, cheer, and text).
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October 02, 2007
By David Callicott
Animals, above, collectively.
We’ve been fans of New York-based Animal Collective for some time now, although we’ll admit that when listening to them, we sometimes have to check and see if the CD is skipping. It’s not. The skipping sound is just the clicking rhythm that makes their experimental noise so hypnotic. On their new album, Strawberry Jam, we hear more of this trance-inducing, helicopter-prop looping, but with more Avey Tare vocals than usual. With Strawberry Jam, Animal Collective has again succeeded at distilling a sublime juxtapostion of extremes: primal and futuristic, tribal and techno, dark and joyous, dissonant and melodic. And it tastes good on burnt toast.
Click the jump, where the review goes sour, and we reveal exclusive photos from the show at Webster.
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