It's weird to think of Talking Heads as a bunch of upstarts, fresh on the scene, bringing their own take on weirdness sounding new and unlike anything else while still feeling kind of punk and new wave. As long as I've been alive, they've kind of been an established band, somebody whom everybody just knows; yet here they are on their debut album just stringing together weird lyrics about the most banal things like modern buildings and reading books, meshing them with some pretty jangly guitars and screechy vocals and bringing that all together in a way that can kind of make me see what it was like to hear these weirdoes for the first time, a whole year before I was born. This may have actually been the first time I have heard this album from start to finish. Don't think it will be the last.