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Animal Collective @ The EnmoreTheatre, Sydney (11/12/09)

CHECK OUT THE PHOTOS FROM THE SHOW HERE.

Animal Collective sure know how to draw a crowd. With people seeping into every nook and cranny of the Enmore Theatre, the dancefloor throng was packed so tightly you really had to know what you were doing if you were going to manoeuvre your way through.

It makes sense though. With eight LPs under their belt – and the latest Merriweather Post Pavilion having left minds freshly blown – expectations were considerable. Against a backdrop framed by veiny trees and giant jungle blooms crowning a skinny-armed, bleary-eyed woman and a Cheshire-striped crustacean, the trio hunched over their assorted instruments to belt out a robust wall of psychedelic hymns.

Opening through a thick purple haze with the jittery percussion and muted birdcalls of Also Frightened, Noah – œPanda Bear’ Lennox and Dave ‘Avey Tare’ Portner’s disarmingly powerful harmonised vocals could easily fill a room twice the size. The audience was primarily made up of those who would take everything in with a kind of rigid concentration, but occasionally you’d see some tripped-out fan swaying and punching the air in their own private circle of euphoria.

The set was typically tied together with thunderous bass explosions, rollicking percussion rattles or piercing showers of synth as the headlamp-wearing Brian – œGeologist’ Weitz flicked out the various woody taps and clicks.

The more pop-friendly tracks such as My Girls, which followed Summertime Clothes’ upbeat vibe and Guys Eyes’ curious insect whirrs, stood up the best in a live setting; where a strong, familiar melody makes up for lyrics lost and incoherent in the constant wave of sound. Old favourite Fireworks – once recognisable – was a definite crowd-pleaser, Portner alternating between ducking, weaving, and lurching around the microphone stand and balling himself up over his keyboard.

They brought the song home with a stampede of percussion and spiralling synths, which were certainly phenomenal and brilliantly pieced together, but sort of felt like the more ambient version of those overlong rock jams that seem more fun for the band than for the audience. The longer the intervals between the well-known tracks were dragged out, the more they tended to feel slightly self-indulgent, which made bathroom and bar breaks mid-song not such an issue.

Another big single, Peacebone, was brought in with an extended introduction featuring otherworldly echoes and #1’s gushing keyboard cascade, which melted into the song’s cheerful throbbing bassline. It was only until the band stopped briefly before the encore that you realise just how all-consuming and seamless their sound really is.

The encore brought one of the definite highlights of the night, Lennox mesmerising the room with his gorgeous, drawn-out vocals in the haunting, tangled lullaby that is Daily Routine. An Animal Collective live set is certainly something you have to experience at least once in your life.

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Joe Smiggens

Joe Smiggens said on the 17th Dec, 2009

A more realistic review from a reviewer obviously not blinded by fucking hype:

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE, BACHELORETTE
THE TIVOLI: 10.12.09
One can’t imagine a better opening act than Bachelorette for tonight’s psychedelic festivities. The New Zealand songstress’s vast and panoramic multimedia display creates a truly immersive and thrilling environment of escapism within The Tivoli’s stately walls, while songs like ‘Do The Circuit’ and ‘Intergalactic Solitude’ are similarly layered and engaging compositions – encompassing psychedelic electronics, sweeping textures and intimate pop music without compromising or emphasising any specific element.
The only issue is that one can’t help but suspect that Annabel Alpers, as the artist behind the alias, is more concerned with obscuring her personality than expressing it throughout her work. Her entire modus operandi seems oriented around confounding the audient and disguising her own awkward personality. This isn’t to say there is anything specifically wrong with this artistic approach, but it does tend to foster a certain sense of the clinical and soulless within her performance that seems genuinely at odds with the warmth of her compositions and aesthetics.
Animal Collective, currently poised at a crucial turning point in their career, are undone by a similar conflict – though the ramifications of the band’s uncertainty prove to be of greater significance to their performance than Alpers’ apparent insecurity was to hers. The release of Animal Collective’s Merriweather Post Pavilion earlier this year transformed the New York outfit from beguiling avant-gardists to shimmering pop maestros and tonight’s performance bears all the hallmarks of a band either unwilling or incapable of confidently navigating between the two ideals – unsure of precisely what kind of band they wish to be at this point in their career.
Animal Collective’s performance itself is the most obvious indicator of their malaise. The band reveal the various facets of their sound with no appreciation for dynamics or development – veering wildly between esoteric and indecipherable renditions of crossover classics like ‘Leaf House’ and thunderous psychedelic jams more reminiscent of early house music and classic krautrock with haphazard clumsiness. There are certainly highpoints littered throughout the performance but they’re all too often uncomfortably sandwiched between impenetrable stretches of mediocrity and pretension.
It is the band’s encore that most succinctly summarises their ongoing confusion. A somewhat unnecessary extravagance given the already indulgent length of their set, Animal Collective’s decision to close with the transcendent pop of ‘Chocolate Girl’ and a clattering tribal rendition of ‘Brothersport’ is indicative of a band incapable of determining their own direction. Disappointing.
MATT O’NEILL

Dylan29

Dylan29 said on the 23rd Dec, 2009

A more realistic review from a reviewer obviously not blinded by fucking hype:

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE, BACHELORETTE
THE TIVOLI: 10.12.09
One can’t imagine a better opening act than Bachelorette for tonight’s psychedelic festivities. The New Zealand songstress’s vast and panoramic multimedia display creates a truly immersive and thrilling environment of escapism within The Tivoli’s stately walls, while songs like ‘Do The Circuit’ and ‘Intergalactic Solitude’ are similarly layered and engaging compositions – encompassing psychedelic electronics, sweeping textures and intimate pop music without compromising or emphasising any specific element.
The only issue is that one can’t help but suspect that Annabel Alpers, as the artist behind the alias, is more concerned with obscuring her personality than expressing it throughout her work. Her entire modus operandi seems oriented around confounding the audient and disguising her own awkward personality. This isn’t to say there is anything specifically wrong with this artistic approach, but it does tend to foster a certain sense of the clinical and soulless within her performance that seems genuinely at odds with the warmth of her compositions and aesthetics.
Animal Collective, currently poised at a crucial turning point in their career, are undone by a similar conflict – though the ramifications of the band’s uncertainty prove to be of greater significance to their performance than Alpers’ apparent insecurity was to hers. The release of Animal Collective’s Merriweather Post Pavilion earlier this year transformed the New York outfit from beguiling avant-gardists to shimmering pop maestros and tonight’s performance bears all the hallmarks of a band either unwilling or incapable of confidently navigating between the two ideals – unsure of precisely what kind of band they wish to be at this point in their career.
Animal Collective’s performance itself is the most obvious indicator of their malaise. The band reveal the various facets of their sound with no appreciation for dynamics or development – veering wildly between esoteric and indecipherable renditions of crossover classics like ‘Leaf House’ and thunderous psychedelic jams more reminiscent of early house music and classic krautrock with haphazard clumsiness. There are certainly highpoints littered throughout the performance but they’re all too often uncomfortably sandwiched between impenetrable stretches of mediocrity and pretension.
It is the band’s encore that most succinctly summarises their ongoing confusion. A somewhat unnecessary extravagance given the already indulgent length of their set, Animal Collective’s decision to close with the transcendent pop of ‘Chocolate Girl’ and a clattering tribal rendition of ‘Brothersport’ is indicative of a band incapable of determining their own direction. Disappointing.
MATT O’NEILL

Should have left early if he doesn't like long gigs. Shit review all round though really.