Never understood the critical acclaim for P Smith, maybe my distance in time and space from it’s occurrence lessens its cultural and innovative weight if it's there. It’s art house punk and don’t prescribe to the idea that calling anything poetry somehow escalates it above what is there, it's very much performance art, it that it anxts/punks up what James Browne and W picket were going in RnB, but she has such a limited pallete to perform, she isn't a remotely talented singer with a very one note delivery style that looses any substance that may be present for me, other than a little agitation in the delivery, that it becomes style over (potential) substence, today there are maybe glimpses of something but it just seems a little dull. Maybe if it was 1975? 2 Star