Much like that other herd, the Berenstain Bears, Baltimore’s Animal Collective can be taken at tidy face value or as a terrifying prophecy of times to come. Their meandering folk-pop is luminous and declarative, full of couplets such as, “I’m getting lost in your curls/I’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see” (on “Bluish,” from the terrific new LP Merriweather Post Pavilion), but the delicate surfaces thinly conceal a seething, snowballing discontent. Their extraterrestrial appeal will surely fill the ornate Grand Ballroom—but just in case, equally offbeat Queens kids Blues Control will be there for the assist.
Tue., Jan. 20, 8 p.m., 2009
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on January 7, 2009