Animal Collective Review: Centipede Hz

Animal Collective
Centipede Hz

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Like many other Animal Collective fans, I was introduced to the band by way of their album Feels. To be honest, after I first heard it, I don’t recall returning to the album until after Strawberry Jam had come out. Strawberry Jam was an album in which I particularly loved, thus necessitating a return to its predecessor. It was then I realized that “hey, these dudes have like 5 MORE albums before Feels!”, and I became a fan of parts of all of them. I say “parts” because to me Animal Collective albums usually have a way of being great on a track-by-track basis. Until Strawberry Jam, I feel they lacked an entire cohesively great album. Sure they had some killer tracks sprinkled about here and there, but they seemed to stick out like sore thumbs amongst the rest. Strawberry Jam and Merriweather Post Pavilion were large exceptions to this rule. Both albums from start to finish seemed to shine as prime examples of Animal Collective’s best work up until that point. Neither were home to tracks that belonged on anyone’s missed list. Unfortunately with Centipede Hz, it seems that Animal Collective has returned to their former strategy and dropped a few land mines on us.
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The Darkness Review: Hot Cakes with a Side of Maple Awesome Sauce

The Darkness
Hot Cakes

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Oh shit! Did I miss the memo that The Darkness wasn’t awesome anymore? Because it seems I may have. Since when did gnarly coked-out glam rock with face melting guitar solos, outrageous Radiohead covers, and the only voice left in rock ‘n’ roll somewhat comparable to that of THE Freddie Mercury become uncool? I understand music trends in phases and two-chord (sometimes three, if necessary) metalesque glam-rock isn’t exactly trending right now. But are we not due for a revival of sorts? Clearly not everyone could handle the 2005 One Way Ticket to Hell … and Back follow up to the ceaseless perpetual party that was 2003’s Permission to Land after only two years of attempting to sober up from it. I admittedly couldn’t. Neither could the original bassist, Frankie Poullain. Hell, even lead singer Justin Hawkins had to check into rehab after spending £150,000 on cocaine in three years as a result of the pure unadulterated badassery of Permission to Land. But now we are all back, including Frankie and the fresh out of rehab Justin. So crank the volume up to 11, strap yourself in (as to be able to handle the G’s), and “eeeeeeeverybody have a good time!”
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