Sam Greenspan, contributor
After listening to this album several times over, I still approach it with the same level of competence I’d approach a test on imaginary numbers. It seems to make sense, logic and mathematics prove that it makes sense, and I, for the life of me, cannot understand it. I also, blissfully, don’t feel the need to.
Imagine if The Doors never got famous, give them a synthesizer, and punch them all in the temple, and you get this uncategorizable hell beast of a love child. It occasionally falls prey to repetition, but that doesn’t negate the piece being absolutely worth one or three listens.
When one has landed on exactly what they think this rock album is about, all of a sudden – you’re incorrect. Defying classification is alright. I happen to respect that.
Rating: 8 out of 12 cans of PBR!