Though it never escapes the shadow of its elder sibling, Centipede Hz is, in true black-sheep fashion, undeniably entertaining.
Centipede Hz is dense and unforgivingly full-throttle ... and home to some of the band’s best and most involved lyrics to date.
A magical album that takes the listener on a wondrous journey into a party where love is found, lost, and ultimately sublimated into an unsurpassable catharsis.
With Centipede Hz, it's not just the case that they've done it again, it's that they've been doing it since the turn of the century, and no-one's going to stop them having fun anytime soon.
It’s chaotic and confounding. It will frustrate as much as it delights. And no, not everything they throw at the wall manages to stick.
Centipede Hz is upfront about its intentions of difficulty, announcing them with a tone equal parts self-aware and challenging.
As it stands, it’s a portrait of growing up that is wonderfully vivid but a tad unfulfilling, a collection of tracks boasting some remarkable tunes and a complex theme, and an album that is bound to satisfy both hardcore and casual fans.
Centipede Hz is an album that’ll get a hold on you as all its arms grab on and don’t let go.
Centipede Hz, by comparison, feels like someone throwing a burrito on your windshield: The songs hit with a jolt, instantly splaying all their ingredients before you.
It’s not a major album, but are Animal Collective obliged to make major albums?
Centipede Hz evokes nothing so much as diner placemats or knockoff dollar store beach pails.
It’s like a manic transmission that’s only being half picked up, leaving the receiver the task of attempting to reconstruct the message from incomplete information.
The problem with Centipede Hz is that there’s just no room for the listener’s own imagination, rendering it a difficult album to connect with.
Oversaturated with obtrusive vocal effects and muddy synth textures, these songs are forcefully suffocated by untamed jumbles of sonic detritus.
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