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.