Showing posts with label post-rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label post-rock. Show all posts

Saturday, January 24, 2009

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE


One of the most eagerly awaited releases of the aughts is the new Animal Collective album, Merriweather Post Pavillion. After seven albums in nine years, these freaks have come up with a shimmering combination of dub, hip hop, electronica, ecstatic post-rock, and spoon-bending "pop." This is the audio equivalent of washing down Pop Rocks with champagne. If you're ready for something new, drop your radio-conditioned reflexes and listen--and see if you think this album deserves all the rave reviews and slack-jawed adoration.


"It feels like one of the landmark American albums of the century so far." - UNCUT

"Squares are seldom invited to the art-school party, and for nearly a decade, the trippy, often willfully obtuse output of cerebral-psych outfit Animal Collective easily stopped most musical normies at the door." - Entertainment Weekly

"Merriweather Post Pavilion is one of this year's most feverishly anticipated indie albums, and it's worth taking a moment to consider how startling it is that music so idiosyncratic—so adventurous, so strange—could qualify as momentous on any scale."
--The Onion AV Club

"Like the Grateful Dead before them, the psychedelic heads of Animal Collective are evolving from raging sonic hallucinations into gentler, more melodic trips. The ninth disc from this Brooklyn/Baltimore crew tries balancing shameless beauty with ecstatic weirdness, and when they nail it, it's breathtaking." - Rolling Stone

Go ahead. Listen to "In the Flowers" by Animal Collective. Just push the button:

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

RUNNING WITH DIONYSUS




Sigur Rós can be excused for joyous nudity because they're Icelandic. Their music is ambient, ethereal, post-rock, dream pop, and not for everyone, and neither is this video which is either from the pagan past when Dionysus ruled, or from some distant utopian future where hang-ups have been discarded like, well, clothes.

Perhaps the point is made too easily that we watch hundreds of murders a day but rarely see someone's bum on TV. Sure, it's trite. Sex is ever present, of course, grabbing our attention and diverting it toward beer and pretzels and deodorant, and flirting meretriciously in so-called "reality TV" shows and all those cheesy double entendres in adult soaps like "Sex and the City." Wink, wink, nudge. Sex is everywhere. Still, you don't see this sort of prancing about. Why not? Sex is as prevalent as plastic, but maybe we haven't come all that far from the Victorian Era when people put pants on piano legs. We're still a bunch of prudes. Maybe if we'd grown up like these Icelanders we'd drop our guns and charge cards once in a while and not be so damn neurotic. Just a thought.

Until then, I give you Sigur Rós.

The life of the party: Dionysus, god of wine and ecstasy, dancing with friends in Ancient Greece

The band: Sigur Rós is jón þor (jónsi) birgisson (vocals, guitars), kjartan (kjarri) sveinsson (keyboards), orri páll dýrason (drums) and georg (goggi) holm (bass). The band were formed by jónsi, georg and original drummer ágúst in 1994.