This is one of those albums I kind of feel bad about not liking, because I know it's beloved by a lot of people, but this is pretty much the antithesis of everything I like in music. Don't like the singing, don't like the melodies, and it's too soft and smooth. The only tune that I found mildly interesting was "The Jungle Line", but even that was kind of soured for me when I read Joni's explanation of it. "I thought I was black for about three years. I felt like there was a black poet trapped inside me, and that song was about Harlem—the primitive juxtaposed against the Frankenstein of modern industrialization; the wheels turning and the gears grinding and the beboppers with the junky spit running down their trumpets." 1.5 stars.