
I stand here today humbled by the album before me, grateful for the sounds that have been bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by a record label. Animal Collective have now made nine albums. The songs have been recorded during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often an album is released amidst gathering clouds and raging storms, genres blurring beyond recognition, a music industry in freefall. So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
Today I say to you that the complexities of this record are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, music lover – they will be met.
On this day, we appreciate this record because we have chosen progress over the static, avant-guarde beauty over reluctant discord. From the glowing synth of ‘My Girls’, inspired by our forefather Frankie Knuckles, to the expansive exquisiteness of ‘Summertime Clothes’. On this day, we come to proclaim an end to landfill indie, the petty pop and false promises, the worn out MOR rock, all of these things that for far too long have strangled our music collections.
Animal Collective remain a young band, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. Their time has come to reaffirm their enduring spirit, to choose a better history, and to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, of innovation and experimentation in indie music.
Everywhere on this record, there are intricacies. The sounds are as glorious as they are mysterious. The progress in vocal harmonies and melodies is tinged with bravery, courage and hope. All this they do so well. We are the keepers of this legacy.
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them. The question we ask today is not whether this album is cool or not, but whether it works.
Men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration over this magnificent album. So let us mark this record with remembrance, of who Animal Collective are and how far they have travelled.
In the year of Animal Collective’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of musicians huddled by dying cigarette lights on the shores of home studios. Music was being abandoned. The enemy of thoughtless songwriting was advancing. At a moment when the outcome of the flux in the industry was most in doubt, Animal Collective banded together and succeeded. And like true citizens, they persevered in their craft, and it is only because of that, they can produce such work now.
With eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon them, they carry forth that great gift of ‘Merriweather Post Pavilion’ and will deliver it safely to future generations. Thank you. God bless you. And God bless Animal Collective.