It's a great album. Like so many other brillant artists of that time, her originality now seems cliche, probably because she influenced a generation of artists.
It's OK. I do appreciate that it's a new language. Not the only thing they have in common with Cocteau Twins. (They don't actually sound like Cocteau Twins, though, so if you like them, don't assume.) There is something atmospheric and beautiful about their music, but it is not really my cup of tea.
OK, this album slaps far harder than I remember. I listened to it a ton in the 80s and early 90s when I was a pretentious young adult trying to pretend to like difficult listening. Now, I realize how joyous the improv is. It is a great fusion of jazz and rock, just like it was probably supposed to be. Could be the shock of recognition, like seeing someone you found difficult but haven't seen for a long time. Still, I enjoyed listening to it. It also brought together impressions I have of post wwII California and the American West - the innovation and alienness that exudes from places like Nevada and the aerospace, aviation and military mixed with cultural novelties. It's somehow all wrapped up in listening to this.
It was optimistic and good to listen to. I can see how it struck a chord with people disillusioned by the drugs sex and anarchy of the preceding post war era.
Meh. Maybe it’s just because my wife was mean to me yesterday. But I don’t think so. Got bored before I finished the whole album.
I'm not in a great mood to learn to appreciate a new style of music. This guy sounds like a whiner and a lot of the songs have a similar plaintive sound that I can sometimes like (keening), but in this case rubs me the wrong way. Didn't mind 2:45 AM. Not a huge fan.
This was amazing. First time I listened and I’m glad I did.
Wow. This was his typically satirical (think Mad Magazine) take on hippies and conformist non-conformity. A bit smug, but also fun. There is also a surprising amount of musique concrete and is neither as pretentious or as difficult to listen to as it could have been. Instead, it seems playful, even beautiful. Maybe as I age and become curmudgeonly, I find that Zappa is an honest reintegration of my disillusioned and idealistic selves. Anyway, this album is a keeper. Not as crass and vulgar as Joe's Garage and good.
Interesting. Goofy. Title track is oddly timely, probably accidentally so.
Meh. When they say "fuck em, and their law" it's hard to say whether this is ironic or not. I have a hard time with this earnestness and simplemindedness. Maybe I'm missing the point. It's sad post-Nazi dance music as far as I can tell. Ring ring, 1970s Berlin wants it's decadence back. I didn't choose this stuff. I have to admit, though, if you just want to zone out to something mechanical, this does the trick.
