Wow! Not much music like this around. This is to folk what the Flaming Lips is to, err, Rock. Completely tripped-out but completely accessible, it is acoustic music pushed to its literal extreme, a modern day 'Pipers at the Gates of Dawn'. Underscored by often tribal rhythms, the Collective mix extraordinary vocal harmonies with playful electronics to create richly orchestrated songs that paradoxically retain a campfire spontaneity whilst being unbelievably well crafted. 'Leaf House' opens the album with spectacular vocal harmonies and a pulsing rhythm, two minutes of madness unrivalled on any record this year. 'The Softest Voice' is haunting spectral folk that shows they can play it straight, a kind of acid comedown from the hyperactive rushes of opening two songs. 'Winters Love' builds from a hushed piece of acoustica not dissimilar from some Four Tet and bursts into a new frenetic tempo, building layers of melody until it reaches an impossibly infectious loop of pastoral glory. 'Kids on Holiday' is a demented trip of distorted, dubby bubbliness which is saturated with childish anticipation and peaks with yells of 'Holidays!' and is much better than I can possibly describe. There are lots of other highlights too numerous to discuss, including the animal stomp of 'We Tigers' and the mind-boggling 'Good Lovin Outside', and there are only two let-downs, the over-long Visiting Friends and the weak last track 'Whattit I done', but nothing detracts this from being possibly the only 5 star album this year.