Never mind the bogus sleeve art, this album fucking rips. For Cale, The Velvet Underground was a distant memory, and his stream of quality solo albums was running a bit thin. Eno, on the other hand, still had his share of production work, but was slowly seeing a new generation of electronic music fueled by nightclubs and strung out teenagers. So what do they go ahead and do? Release a fucking masterpiece.
It's almost impossible to classify or compare the music on this album to their other stuff, as its completely different than what they have done before. Traces of pop and progressive rock are found in this, but it explores all sides of music. When it comes down to it, Cale and Eno do what they do best - destroy and fucking rebuild.
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