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Welcome to Blonde On Blog. Milwaukee, MFWI hosts this worded affair that will mix my love of pop culture, and especially le musique with friends and the unfamiliar alike. After I get the hang of this I will be sure to add media, photos, and such. But as of now I am just getting a handle on my tongue.

Let’s jump right in and ask, if you have yet to hear the new Animal Collective record (Merriweather Post Pavilion), what are you waiting for? Better yet, if you have yet to hear the last three Animal Collective records, you have some catching up to do.  Now there are sure to be many cliched answers.  “Well, I’ve always heard that they are way too eccentric and I don’t really want to challenge myself.  I’d rather listen to Paramore.” Bleh. Or, my favorite, “I used to like them but there is so much hype surrounding this record and I’m such a hip prick that I’m going to boycott it.”   In my opinion, neither one of these answers is valid enough to ignore such a sonic throw down.

The three gentleman that make up AC (Avey Tare, Panda Bear, Geologist) create a paralyzing blend of rhythm, harmony, and blissful fuckery that escapes complete classification.  But in an effort to try and do just that, try and remember your most relaxed musical memory. It could have been on an LSD induced trail watching evening spent with Icelandic chillers Sigur Ros, a whiskey fueled “Faithfully”  sing-a-long, or a Tab quenched bubble soak with Sade pulsing through your intercom. Now mix that with the most intense and smile creating memory in your arsenal and you have the brilliance of Animal Collective.

Merriweather Post Pavilion is filled with spaceship smashed alarm clocks and colorfully well crafted derivations.  My favorite moment from it comes at about 2:30 of the first track, “In the Flowers”. The song starts out with layered futuristic sounds fitting for the score of a recut of The Abyss. It’s calming. It’s relaxing. For a moment you’re in the flowers with them. Floating. Resting. Breathing. Then. @2:30. Sprinting. Slamming. Screeching. Chaos ensues for a short few seconds. Beauty is bred. Beats rumble from the soil. Voices create harmony and amazing sonic joy. Shortly after a smile on the  face of the listener is completely inevitable and undeniable.  And that smile should remain, mixing with a multitude of other emotions, throughout the remainder of the record.  As a good friend of mine often says when referring to Exile on Main Street, I will temporarily steal for MPP.  “If you can’t get into this, you have a deficiency of the soul.”

For me, Merriweather Post Pavilion does exactly what I expected and hoped that it would do. It takes all of the blissful moments of all of Animal Collective’s records and Panda Bears solo efforts; the beautiful harmonies, powerful intensity, and fractured beats that lacked cohesion on other records and fuses them together to construct one solid album.  The hardworking listener before, an archeologist that was forced to search and sift through satisfying soot in order to get to his treasure, is now out of a job.  The treasure has risen to the surface and awaits its seeker.

Stay Tuned as I will next bring you news of my second favorite, or favorite (it fluctuates) record of 2009 (so far).