I never ever thought I’d get into them for their lyrics.
Ever since i saw them supporting Four Tet at the old Medicine Bar, Avey and Panda yelped into their mics, jumped on chairs, wore masks and were as far out as it gets.
Through all of their albums, their lyrics have never moved me, mainly because I could barely figure them out. Banshee Beat on Feels was the firstĀ AC song that I really felt. Can’t make out the lyrics. Doesn’t matter. Not in the slightest. Their slowed down version at KOKO last week was ace.
And so to the new album. Brother Sport has been around for some time. This video is from July 2007. My brother showed it me ages ago. I didn’t get it intially. That can happen. I have listened to this song more than any other over the last year and a half. I can still only pick out a few lyrics. The reviews have been alluding to the lyrical content which has left me baffled. I didn’t expect to find the full lyrics on this here net but see these two links for the album’s two highlights, My Girls and Brother Sport. They are apparently Panda Bear songs. The first is about his girls and the second is about his brother’s reaction to his father’s death. According to the reviews. Incredibly moving. People, read Animal Collective lyrics
My friend Chris Edmonds is displaying his work in Stoke Newington until the new year. They’re being shown at an astonishingly tiny boutique-esque shop called Of Cabbages & Kings.
He kindly donated a beautiful and abstract shot of NYC for my wall a few years back so go and buy his very reasonably priced photos until I get enough money to reward him. I went on Saturday after going here and the shop provided a perfect shelter from the storm.
The regular letter I get from Cancer Research thanking me for my monthly donation of x pounds, and humbly requesting whether I could make it 2x, is clearly generated by a computer that cannot feel gratitude and will never get cancer….It will mine the seam of what I like to think of as generosity, but is actually guilt, as relentlessly as a tungsten carbide drill. The system they’re using clearly has no sense of whether or not I’m already ‘doing my bit’. I know I’m not, but the fact that they don’t makes me think I can be cross with them…But that doesn’t hold argumentative water (and if you’ve ever tried to hold argumentative water, you’ll know that it’s just as slippy as the normal kind and it disagrees with your fingers)