Nobody fucks with modern music, and its fans, as much as Animal Collective. When normal people say they hate hipster bands, they're specifically talking about this Brooklyn quartet. Over the course of nine albums they've bent and twisted their, and our, perception of what indie rock should sound like. On Centipede Hz they check in with their most primal album, one that pushes aside, for the most part, the arrhythmic sounds and unstructured noise of their past work. There's still plenty of electronic jetsam and loose psych-out jams moving these songs into place, but the result is Animal Collective's easiest flowing album, a record that trades head trips for straightforward songcraft, relatively speaking. Tracks like "Moonjock," "Today's Supernatural," and "Monkey Riches" slip in with little aggravation and a smattering of warmth. It's a welcome evolution.