Just imagine Brian Wilson… yea the guy from the beach boys. Imagine he helped produce the Beatles’(*louder*) The BEATLES Rubber Soul. No the one with Michelle and Nowhere Man… yea I like that one too. I don’t know if they were on drugs grandma. No grandma, I’m not seeing anyone right now. I’m sure the girl who bags your groceries is a lovely girl..

It sounds like John, Paul, George and Ringo falling down a rabbit hole to Wonderland while simultaneously drowning in Willy Wonka’s chocolate river. Their instruments are controlled by dolphin brains.

It’s like that techno stuff you keep telling me to turn down. (Nods impatiently) yes, just like Dad Punk, but not really. It’s not disco. No. It’s got electronic sounds, but it’s like weird folk music. I don’t really know if I can just DESCRIBE it to you, so just go to your bedroom and put it on while you take your nap.

i’d be like ‘uhhh i dunno its some weird shit that you’d think was wack’. i vote alex!

it is the sounds of a radio wave experiment where you drown your radio in the ocean of infinite reverberation, yet still capable of capturing its marvels that will resonate in the soul while at the same time, lyrically, charging neuron pathways that align thought and feelings with an extra up beat tempo to assist the physicality of releasing that expression through your body, because it will make you want to move…and sometimes…lay down and absorb the essence of what makes music so alive, free, beautiful, and the very reason it is a universal language…these guys capture that.

animal collective’s music is like a playground floating in the middle of space.

it’s like if Jerry and those bay area long hairs had dirty hippy sex with the Beach Boys and their love babies turned out to be snotty skater brats who, instead of smoking their parents dirt weed, spent all their time hitting the hydroponics and ingesting xtc (drums and wires-era), lee scratch perry and jah shaka heavy dub manners, seen grandma?!?! (“seen” is what Jamaicans say for “do you understand me”, grandma–jeez)

AC’s music is simply everything you ever loved…just now, embodied in joyous sound. don’t be afraid.

the end.

..I think I just won. do I win? i win, don’t I?

It’s kinda like when gramps wakes up in the morning, takes a dump and then goes back to bed. Now imagine if gramps was playing the banjo in the bathroom while taking that dump, and the oldies station was playing from that radio in the kitchen with bad reception. Imagine that on his way back to the bedroom, he’s still playing the banjo and you can hear his slippers shuffle. Church bells go off in the distance and you hear a morning dove moan. Gramps kicks a toy xylophone on the ground by mistakes and then as he rustles the sheets getting back into bed, he whispers that he loves you in your ear before going back to sleep.

Imagine how good it felt in the 40′s…. sipping on toddies, smoking your cigarettes, FDR as President, the first McDonalds stand opens, Gone With the Wind won Best Picture, Bing Crosby, Casablanca, Gene Autry…

These pale in comparison to the greatness known as the band Animal Collective.

Animal Collective is like falling down the stairs, breaking your hip, and then getting really high on all the pain medication that the doctors give you.

Imagine the beach boys dancing in a forest and tons of mushrooms/acid.

Acid-splashed, multicolored electronic sparks and bubbles factory, operated by whimsical circus folk

If a kaleidoscope was a musical instrument, the music it played would sound like Animal Collective.

Kinda like what those hippies used to listen to in the 60s but made with more computers.

You know how grandma kept telling you to get a hearing aide and when you finally got one you said it was like hearing for the first time again, well animal collective is my hearing aide.

You know how you guys used to swing away to the happenin’ tunes of the Glenn Miller Orchestra at your favorite diner? Now imagine that someone slipped a tab of LSD into Glen’s soda pop, told all his band members the fireside chat was starting early tonight and to scram, smashed their instruments, and tossed a bunch of hippies with synthesizers into the room. Probably wouldn’t sound too much like Animal Collective but how else can I explain it to ya?

You know that bizarre show your grandkids/great-grandkids are watching, the Teletubbies? This music is like if these costumed characters had brains and instruments and had a party with way too much candy.

Imagine that Beatles´s members living in diferent places around the wourld, drinking tea everyday at 17 o´Clock, but not ordinary tea, mushroom tea. You can suppose that, in fact, they just .Then they making parts of songs. In this creation process you can suppose they just “let it be”.And then sending the parts sometimes to Brian Eno(Talking Heads), sometimes to David Bowie, or even to Phillip Glass, to put the parts together, edit and finalize the songs. So you´ve got Animal collective.

Imagine that Beatles´s members living in diferent places around the wourld, drinking tea everyday at 17 o´Clock, but not ordinary tea, mushroom tea. Then they making parts of songs. In this creation process you can suppose they just “let it be”.And then sending the parts sometimes to Brian Eno(Talking Heads), sometimes to David Bowie, or even to Phillip Glass, to put the parts together, edit and finalize the songs. So you´ve got Animal collective.

Dear Grandma and Grandpa:

You are probably wondering why I pretty much only listen to one band and wear their shirts four days out of the week. You see, Animal Collective is not just a musical group, they have created such a following that their music touches others and spiritually awakens them to the positivity of life, opening them to their true feelings and emotions, and telling them to never let go of that childhood sense of friendship, kindness, honesty, and comfort. All of this can be felt through the intimate vocals and beautiful guitar and piano playing. Nowadays they are heavily focusing on electronic equipment to replay sounds they have already recorded to put numerous effects on and sing and play along to. They create electronic masterpieces that are tribal, catchy, and heartwarming. You probably won’t like them.

To my dearest grandmother, first you must imagine Animal Collective not as a single entity, but more as a gathering of humans falling back to their original roots. They display this through musical traits in a way that breaks the barriers of time and age; it sounds both futuristic and primal and touches on human emotions never before heard.

Some say that music is transformative, but Animal Collective is transformational music: similar to when a marching band begins and you want to stand on your feet, but instead you want to stand on your head and wonder if the world was meant to be viewed upside down (a la Kerouac, you remember him right?) on a never-ending multi-colored slide to digital eternity. Unfortunately, analog oblivion is full up and hence drive AC to leave behind their acoustic semblances for electronic debauchery in order to alter the senses, to awaken, to enliven, and to ensure you that you are not dead, yet.

Serpent flaps born out of glass.

Animal Collective music is like a Blast off from the air With an amazing sound that will take you to Lala land.

A bunch of people making sounds from other sounds.

Remember after the bombing had stopped and you felt a bit shell-shocked, but glad to be alive, you came out of the trenches, you looked around..imagine if all you had seen was flowers and it was lovely, and imagine you were a bit surprised because you expected mud. Your ears are still ringing and your dizzy but everything looks beautiful.

just listen…f*##…your hearing aid advice is again broken…let me try something….krrrrr…sssss…zzzzzzkrrrriiiiiiiiiii…ok try it now…ahhhhh…ok and you call this music? coltrane is music, bird is music and this…this is something from other world…and they sing???maybe when I die…until then please turn it off…uff…i give up, here is your coltrain disk, i took some samples and now you you can take it.

imagine if they made a sound track for the Electric Kool Aid acid test? remember that gramps? didn’t you drive that bus?

Imagine if all the bullets and bombs that almost hit you in WWII were filled with lovely sounds instead of metal and gunpowder.

imagine that grandma went in the kitchen and whipped up a casserole of folk, rock, tribal drumming and orchestra with a dash of psychedelia topped with repetitive, haunting vocals. now imagine listening to that on your turntable with a broken needle playing in the back of your RV while driving down a dirt road at night in the middle of nowhere. finish listening as you watch the sunrise, likely feeling quite delirious.

abuelo el grupo animal collective suena como un collage, con un poco de todo tipos de sonido. te gusatare. Como la opera es un sonido imenso y llena el espacio en que se toca.

Remember the times when you didn’t need a special lisence to make noise and a flok of blushing girls with red ribbons in their hair gathered around the handsome fella with accordeon waiting to be invited to a dance? Well they still do it, only now locked away far at the back of our minds, as we pick out familiar voices and tiniest beautiful melodies from behind a wall of ringing out bells and repetitive screeching.