Animal Party

Wow, I suck. Apologies to all my writers and readers (who may actually be the same people) for my lack of blogtivity. While spending time camping in the Florida wilderness, concurrently starting a job and internship, and attending school has kept my plate overflowing, I should not get it twisted, as the kids say, and keep this blog humming along.

Without further ado, here's two reviews that were given to me so long ago that you've probably listened to, worn out then rediscovered the albums. More to come soon!

Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion
By Sarah W.

Merriweather Post Pavilion is the ninth full length release from this collection of musicians originally from Baltimore. Following the critically acclaimed Strawberry Jam, fans of Animal Collective were left wondering how this group could really top themselves. The build-up for release was quite enormous, and somehow, someway, the boys managed to escape the wrath of the interwebs and avoided early leaks of the album (a December 25th one was rumored, but the quality was awful). The album title was released, along with the album art—a mind tricking fish that made the viewer wonder if someone had slipped some acid in their coffee (or was that just me?), as well as the track listing. Musical foreplay, if you will.

With the vinyl released on January 6th and the digital and CD versions released on January 20th, Merriweather Post Pavilion was met with the same critical acclaim as Strawberry Jam, but has also been acknowledged as easily the most accessible Animal Collective effort to date.

MPP is an album of songs that the band had been performing live for a while, with reworked beats and shiny new titles. Arguably the shining star of the record, “My Girls”, has been performed as “House” for a while now, but the power that it has on MPP is near euphoric. I may very well label it as one of the single greatest songs I’ve ever heard.

“My Girls” goes into “Also Frightened,” which, with it’s rain forest-like sound effects, makes me think of walking through the children’s book, Where the Wild Things Are. “Summertime Clothes” (My favorite, Ed.) is a song that is essentially about the disgustingly hot and humid nights that those of us familiar with the Mid-Atlantic summers know. But, for some reason, it strikes me as the love song of the album, if only for the chorus:

I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you

Just you just you just you just you
Just you just you just you just you
Just you just you just you just you

“Taste” is a song that really grew on me. First because of the amazingly blissed-out feel of it…it’s haunting and echo-y, and the listener feels as though they are in an empty banquet hall and this is being sung to them and only them. But again, after the actual sonic beauty of this song goes over, the lyrics are truly what distinguishes this as a great: “Am I really all the things that are outside of me? Would I complete myself without the things I like around?” Perhaps “Taste” can be written off as a self-indulgent, indie introspection at it’s finest, but that’s okay with me.

If there is a weak spot on this album, it’s certainly the latter half. It’s not as sonically complex; however, this is sort of shattered in a live atmosphere. “Lion in a Coma” is a powerful show opener (which they did at the Metro in Chicago) and “Brothersport” serves as an equally powerful bookend as a show closer (see the Grand Ballroom recording for proof).

When all’s said and done, this album has already earned my Album of the Year spot. It’s beautiful, it’s immaculately produced, it’s complex, and it’s just so unique. And despite my usual penchant for discounting awesome bands who produce albums that hurl them into mainstream consciousness, I just feel like a proud mama for Animal Collective. I’m glad they made an album that is technically “experimental” in nature, but is as accessible as Merriweather Post Pavilion is. Bravo!

P.S. The real treat is to see these fellas live. Their full US tour was announced! If you can get tickets (they’ve sold out almost everywhere already), get them and go!!!

Bloc Party - Intimacy
By Gaurav K.

Another Blast... and this time it's to an outer space dance party. At least that's how "Mercury," the first single off Intimacy, will have you feeling. The pounding rhythm takes one small step for man and one giant leap for house music in 2009. But that's not all this album has to offer. For those of you who've come in late on this band (where the hell have you been?), the post-punk Brit rock band took half the concept of their second album, A Weekend in the City, with its musings on the life of twenty-somethings in an urban environment, returned to their roots of driving drums and guitar riffs from their Silent Alarm days, and added ominous horns to reach entirely new outputs. It's dark, it's airy, it is in fact intimate.

Lines like "Paralyze me with your kiss, Wipe those dirty hands on me, Maybe we're looking for the same thing, Maybe you're the one who'll complete me", coupled with heavy drums and geared up guitar from tracks like "Halo" penetrate your ear and offer a good introduction to their sound and soul. And the epic "Ion Square" will have you nodding your head to synthesizers while crooning into the eyes of your significant other. E.E. Cummings provided the hook.

There's something here for everyone: Found your dancing shoes and in the mood to bounce around? Check out "Flux," "Mercury," or "Talons." Confused about love? Skip to "Better Than Heaven" and "Letter to My Son" (you'll think your listening to The Smiths). Heartbroken and bitter? "One Month Off" and "Your Visits are Getting Shorter" will have you simmering in self-pity. This album lets you take yourself seriously (or not), and rock out while doing so.