In an über-cool Brooklyn stuck in the last gasps of a post-punk hangover, small tribes of music-mad woodland creatures, including one Animal Collective, lurk in the forests ready to pounce. Instead of surgically sharpening asymmetrical '80s haircuts, these little critters let their golden tresses run free. They swap black-clad cynicism for a kaleidoscopic array of hues; instead of angles, their songs embrace circles. Syd Barrett's inner child might be trapped in there somewhere, too. "My God, they sound like hippies," you say between drags on your ironic cigarette. But Animal Collective (Avey Tare and Panda Bear, and, more recently,... More >>>