Eucalyptus Undercooked meditations from animal Collective alumnus
The Animal collective man’s second album is described as “an electroacoustic movement through leaves, rocks and dust”, but feels stuck in a mud pit. The new age sprinkles of opener “Season High” sets a tone for an album that, across 15 tracks, would feel like a slog for a B-sides collection. There are grenadeflash moments of intrigue, as on the hypnotic “Ms Secret”, but the bulk of it is loaded with sketches of ideas. even as meditative exploration it feels too busy to sink into; the result is a disjointed, jarring mix of washy atmospherics, bleary electronics and half-baked songs.