I recently received a bit of press in my inbox with the following lead-in: “If you LIKE Animal Collective, you will LOVE Francois Virot.” Well, then I guess I will detest Francois Virot. Email deleted. Like Wilco and The Flaming Lips, there are just certain bands I have an illogical, knee-jerk reaction to. I am fully aware that my seething disgust for these bands is sometimes hard to justify, but I know what I like and what I don’t (the common thread being this weird hippie vibe that is anathema to me). Animal Collective is the latest band to drive me to mouth-foaming levels of sputtering abhorrence. My blood pressure goes up whenever I even read the band’s name. Hate doesn’t quite cover how I feel. It’s one of those things that makes me wonder if everyone who listens to them is bat-shit insane. But it’s not the first time this has happened, and it won’t be the last. At least I am not alone.
Here’s the song that sends me into orbit with my hands over my ears, shaking: