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This is alien terrain, and not only because of the heavy space rock flavoring. Beats are tribal and muddled, vocals are distant and baroque. The music is universal. And driven. And weird. And sparse. And familiar. You could ask mom for a no-interest loan to this stuff, or you could summit K2. The opening track absolutely begs a naked beach bacchanal, but for PhD’s only. “Rook” declares checkmate. “Closure” is anything but. I’m keeping this on our Best of 2009 watch.
Go listen. Will you like it? Let’s hope. In the meantime, I need your help with an ultra-nationalist gang trying to infiltrate our blog and embed Animal Collective videos.