New York Times: “Animal Collective played a set of well-practiced, neatly arranged freaking out, using electronic sound samples, processed guitar and lots of wild, elastic, almost ecstatic singing: working under the afternoon’s dry heat, the band seemed to be expelling demons and worked against the coziness and knowingness of the crowd, the I’ll-blog-about-you-blogging-about-me energy.”
Because, of course, when you’re in the middle of the desert dancing your ass off to groovy tunes with an unreliable cell phone, blogging is the first of your concerns.
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