Album of the year? Album of the decade? Our generation's Sgt. Pepper's?
Woah, woah, woah. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here folks. It's good, but it's not that good.
No wait. It is pretty amazing.
So I took a page out of James Montgomery's weekly column and decided to use Animal Collective's new opus as my running music the other day. It was an experience. Just when I thought it was dumb, "In the Flowers" explodes and I start gaining speed. Around the half way point of "My Girls"-- the most addicting song since Lil' Wayne's "A Milli"-- I don't know whether to keep jogging or to stop and dance, or even create a dance-jog movement.
The droning "Summertime Clothes" is a Beach Boys' rarity, and I can't help but burst full speed to the the tribal didgeridoos of "Lion in a Coma."
The hype surrounding the release of Merriweather Post Pavilion is true. It is quite amazing. After reading this interview last night, I'm even more profound by artists that make music with no general study-- like a toddler with an infant piano from Fischer Price.
But what most interests me about this record (besides the fact that they released it on vinyl with a free digital download two weeks before the CD release), is that Animal Collective have brilliantly combined ambient noise into a harmonic symphony that can be enjoyed by anyone.
While the attempt was less than stellar on 2007's Strawberry Jam, everything is pitch perfect on this release. It finds a way to take intricate details to combine itself into a broader picture. Like pointillism, the elitist will pick it apart, while the mainstream should just sit back and enjoy it.