Everyone has this weird idea that Animal Collective's current run of awesome albums started at Sung Tongs. This isn't necessarily true. Animal Collective's accessible shit started at Sung Tongs, but believe you me, their string of good shit started right here, at Here Comes the Indian. Here Comes the Indian finds Animal Collective starting to toy with pop but still deeply entrenched in their experimental roots. The result is essential. Now there are some who will tell you that this is Animal Collective's sixth best release, and you know something? They're probably right. But that's like saying the 2009 Yankees were the 6th best Yankee team in history. Who gives a shit?
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