Animal Collective act like children who fix their imaginations on one image, and then run back and forth into a trance to make it come alive. It’s a sight that worries adults, but it lets those kids enjoy the damnedest of sensations. On Feels, the NYC band of psych-folk drifters concocts more stabs of ecstasy, meditation and delirium. There is the naked-in-the-streets holler of “Grass,” the faded Polaroid synth lullaby “Loch Haven” and the Beach Boys serenade that arises from the dead to play with birds and rabbits in “Bees.” An odd innocence and an uncanny pop element prevail-a cohesion of which was enough to attract Entertainment Weekly!