
I just want to take a moment to heartily second a suggestion made by Dave Segal in his review this week of Animal Collective's stunning new album, Merriweather Post Pavilion:
Album closer "Brother Sport" exemplifies AC's balance between accessibility and innovation. Looped wheezes pulsate amid happy-hardcore keyboard parps and Amazonian, Kodo-like drum tumult; as it progresses, the song threatens to explode with sonic overload. It's as if Animal Collective are trying to rally the human race out of its imminent mental nadir through this song. If things don't improve this year, world governments probably should consider making "Brother Sport" their national anthem.
Hear, motherfucking hear, Dave! The whole album is pretty undeniably great—and, for my tastes, a welcome return after last year's fairly disappointing Strawberry Jam—but this song in particular has been burning a happy hole in my brain for most of the past week. I can't wait for the seemingly inevitable remixes—I keep hearing a Switch or Diplo reworking in my head so clearly that I'm semi-convinced I'm receiving mp3s from the future.
In any case, I would proudly stand and salute the unfurling of whatever psychedelic, optical illusion flag Animal Collective could come up with (or, uh, steal) for the post-World Order peace. And I would open up my throat and sing along.
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