Liking most of these more wouldn’t half of made my life easier, at various stages. Would it have been too much of a compromise to make? Apparently so.
Animal Collective was like if a 10-year-old made a batch of E and forced you to take it even though you wanted to take a nap instead.
Dum Dum Girls had a massive year — the Coke Zero of the indie world. You know, same taste as the original formula but not as filling.
Consider the evidence. The sound of college radio is Rusted Root.
The new Animal Collective album bores the shit out of me. It’s tedious and unimaginative. It is lazy in every conceivable sense — lyrically, melodically, sonically, creatively.
If I said I liked you better when I was stoned, how would that make you feel about yourself?
It exudes such a delicious sense of freedom
I don’t think anyone needs to worry about musicians losing their voices any time soon.
Whether you like Animal Collective’s music or not, it’s dishonest to say they’re unoriginal.