And still the Animal Collective fans keep coming, with a few requests for the durations of the “Merriweather Post Pavilion” tracks. Here they come: bear in mind that “Brothersport” could easily go on for another five or ten minutes as far as I’m concerned.

A few weeks ago now, I blogged about the third Brightblack Morning Light, “Motion To Rejoin”. In the interim, I’ve played it to death, decided it’s one of my favourite albums of 2008, and written about it at length for the new issue of Uncut.

Kidderminster has been found abandoned in a hedge. The M25 is missing. Events are continually unravelling. And Lynda Chalker exists.

Just spent a few minutes online learning about a musical genre that, until a few days ago, I must admit I’d never heard of. It’s called kuduro, a combination of ballistic African percussion samples with raw, bouncing techno soundsystems and rapping, that seems to have originated in Angola and spread across the Portuguese-speaking world all the way back to Lisbon.

80 per cent lame, idiotic or just pretentious music! That’s us, and a heartwarmingly lively response to yesterday’s blog on the Animal Collective’s new album, which I’m now starting to think is their best album. Someone on the blog wondered when this excellent band would make their definitive album: I think, with “Merriweather Post Pavilion”, they just have.

Judging by the arrival on yesterday’s blog of a bunch of fans asking me to leak “Merriweather Post Pavilion”, there’s a fair bit of anticipation for this new Animal Collective album that I got hold of on Monday. Unfortunately, folks, I’m not going to leak this, or any other album, because: a) I like to play nice; b) I’d get sacked if I did leak it (the CD is watermarked with my name, so it’d be traceable if I uploaded it); and c) I’m much too technically incompetent to do that, in any case. Hope that’s clear.

As yesterday, I’m pretty preoccupied with the new Animal Collective record that has turned up. It’s called “Merriweather Post Pavilion”, I think it might be my first favourite record of 2009, and if I can get my thoughts in some sort of order I’ll blog about it tomorrow.

Funny how things cluster together sometimes. I don’t want it to look like we’re stuck in some canyon of the mind here at Uncut, but no sooner had Neil Young’s “Sugar Mountain” turned up towards the end of last week, but a neat reissue of Graham Nash’s solo debut arrived too. I promise I’ll get somewhere closer to the cutting edge, whatever that means, later in the week: I have new things by Animal Collective, Buraka Som Sistema and Marnie Stern needing to be written about, for a start.

I guess the fashionable buzz around acid-folk or whatever we chose to call it has passed now – in fact it probably passed sometime last year when all the lifestyle hacks got fed up with Devendra Banhart and turned on the (sorely underrated, I’d say) “Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon”.

To be honest, I was expecting a brand new studio album. The release dates for “Sugar Mountain” and the behemoth of “Archives” have been pinging around the calendar for so long now, it seemed reasonable to suspect that Neil Young had been distracted from his librarian duties once again by a sudden urgent rush of new music: a follow-up to “Looking For A Leader” and its Obama reference in time for the election, perhaps?