Non-metal 2005 stuff that turns BWD on?

Ellestin said:
Not quite, but it's no more half as entertaining as it was in the first weeks...

Agreed. My biggest problem with the album is that almost half of it is meaninglessly random.

Some fucking amazing moments though.
 
Dick Sirloin said:
It's very low-keyed psychadelia... It's very organic and cold though, and not really electronica. Picture KD at their most sparse and weird. It's an album you put on at night, f'sho.

sounds cool!
 
Whenever I listen to it, I always picture an abandoned mountain town at night... for some reason.
 
Dick Sirloin said:
I think I have discovered the non-metal album of 2005:


THE ANIMAL COLLECTIVE - Feels


More to come...

Pitchfork gave it a quite good mark , that's not so good ^_^ . Seriously what's those guys like?
You haven't been introduced to this and this , have you ?

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Dev said:
Pitchfork gave it a quite good mark , that's not so good ^_^ . Seriously what's those guys like?
You haven't been introduced to this and this , have you ?

Speaking of, has anyone seen their worst cover list...some amusing stuff there, though most is written in that uber-indie geek prose that makes me want to decapitate their entire staff. BWD should get a major kick out of the first entry. Won't spoil it, I'll just say that band has much worse covers than that...like their 1981 album, that one looks like it should be hanging on the wall of a dentist's office.
 
That's pretty gay... FOXTROT is a great album cover and fits the music perfectly. Their best, though is probably LAMB.


Their worst is probably this piece of shit...
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So about THE ANIMAL COLLECTIVE:

At first you think you're listening to THE ARCADE FIRE or maybe even some lesser indie rock band but then you think "Hey things are getting pretty weird here" and suddenly you're in the bizarro-world of winter psychadelia, spruced up with piny harmonies and squeaky vocals -- the spurious exitations of studio junkies, stuff swirling everywhere and you don't know if it's the clear leaky you put in your drink or just the wine talking, if you know what I'm saying, heh heh heh, but it's like Brian Wilson in Oz or Narnia or at least East St. Louis -- and you're being pounded over the head with something that sounds like evening drizzles bu is actually more like playing with your willie in the shower (don't get any soap in your pee-hole) but suddenly the sense of an ellpise coming on, starts to peek out over the ledge and, you know, things are sarting to get pretty.... strange, if you know what I'm saying, in all your pretensions and flat-level medioctrities, if you know what I'm saying, yeah.