Member:
chromablue
Date:
5/23/2003
I can't say enough about this album: if you haven't got it, you life is incomplete. This was Eno's third album of song-based music, although there is only singing on a handful of tracks: you can hear him starting to edge his way towards the kind of ambient snapshots he was to produce later, but he's still got one foot in pop music here, although it's a strange and unique kind of pop music.
From the opening "Sky Saw" there's something special going on here: a sinuous guitar riff repeats itself; a fretless bass bubbles and pops; the vocals come in and 'no-one knows what they mean'. It all sounds terribly significant, but if you try to focus on it, it slips away, like a face in the clouds.
The whole album is like that. Some of the tracks are wistfully beautiful songs - "Everything Merges With The Night" being my favourite - while others are beautifully sharp musical miniatures. The whole album is a high spot, but one very very special moment is Fripp's guitar solo on St. Elmo's Fire: one of the best he's done, and one of the best guitar solos by anyone, ever. The album is also noteworthy for being one of the few records I own where I actually don't mind Phil Collins being on it...
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