Panda Bear and Animal Collective devotees will have you believe that this is their best album post-Merriweather Post Pavilion. Not only is that faint fucking praise, but Tomboy is a lot better because Panda Bear had more to offer melodically and the songs were less busy for the sake of being busy. Here, he gives us two chords for seven minutes on “Come to Your Senses” bookended by ugly interludes that also appear as their own songs because reasons not only Panda Bear knows (“Davy Jones’ Locker” and “Shadow of the Colossus”), and “Selfish Gene” is him stabbing one note fast on a synth for 4 minutes. His vocal acrobatics on “Tropic of Cancer” are his best singing ever, but the song is again, two chords arpeggiated for 6 minutes. Elsewhere, he murders Claude Debussy on “Lonely Wanderer”, apparently a highlight, probably by people who haven’t heard Claude Debussy. Every time Brian Wilson or the Beach Boys are dragged into comparison with this album, the ozone layer thickens. I say we call the time of death now and save ourselves the trouble of trying to resuscitate this band.