Man Man - Rabbit Habits

So it's leek city over here in Party Town, Man Man today, and tomorrow (or whenever I get around to a comprehensive listen-and-write session) the new Animal Collective EP! Now this one's going to be a bit more involved...

Detective movie, in hot pursuit of those who would diddle children. GREEN SCREEN! It's like, jungle~ surfing~ space~ space jungle~ bare and buxom cannibal babes, bone in hair, spear in hand~ long and angled trenchcoated shadows cast leeringly over furtive backward glances~ with stairway tiptoeing zombie claw hands and all~ and those velvet jazz-vocal clubs with the glowing-blond starlet in the shimmering red-sequined dress and long white gloves slinking on stage, shapely back to the audience as the low rising smoke gives way to the song, one arm raises back, finger points before turning and -- it's a man?!

Yesyesohyes this is going to be the best movie ever.

Two extended (7min+) pieces at the end of the album cast the spiral staircase descent into space hell (less fire, more black void), and all along, the green screen was sitting on this revolving fireplace panel (haunted house, I meant to mention the carnival haunted house) thing and rotates to reveal the backside (another?!) of a well-dressed but not overstated -- overstated like Broadway or some Vegas show, no this is classic not classy (I'll have to insist on NO TOP HAT), so let's say this faded navy blue suit that's been sitting in moth balls for the better part of a decade, but this is the last show! this! is! the last! show! so it's been gently removed from its hanger~ carefully dusted off~ and donned for the last show! The final number! -- narrator plunking away at an old hollow upright (organ? please.), and he rises (so it's a player piano then) with a straight cane and the stage slides back and away, so it's just this blackbox stage thing and, he starts this dance slow with maybe just a few different steps and gliding turns, so the audience can clearly tell it's repeated to some sort of effect, and where the camera's circling around him, and every time it catches his side, another of him appears, so pretty soon you've got this long line of well-dressed clone (anything can happen in space) dancers with canes, and that's how the film ends -- swirling aerial zoom-out into dots (director commentary?) or maybe low scooping shuffles in front of a fixed camera like there goes the well-dressed line rhythmic exit stage left out into cold black space accompanied by the resolute thunk of stiff percussion and lonely plucked guitar incidental melodic squeaks audible as the fingers slide across the strings.

That's what the album's all about, and we are having a good time.
Are we watching the same movie?
But the real mystery is why kiddie diddlers?