And the suggest-apocalypse has begun. Yes, somehow, some way, a guy like me has managed to have never listened to a Brian Eno record. Oh, of course, I’ve heard the freaking MGMT track named after him, but I’ve never gotten around to the man himself. I’m pretty sure that he invented electronic music as we know it today or something like that, so this was just some ignince on my part.
I think a few things kept me away from Brian Eno—the man, as well as his music, are intimidating for a few reasons. There’s so much of it that it’s hard to figure out where to start, and it’s supposed to be really important—this can sometimes keep me away from certain records, for some unknown reasons buried deep within my subconscious mind.
Anyway, all ridiculous reasoning aside, this record is crazy-interesting. Even today, amongst all of the weird modern nonsense that I subject myself to, this record holds up fairly well in the Strange Department. There’s so much going on in Here Come The Warm Jets; I found my senses overloaded. First of all, there’s the instrumentation. Every instrument touched by Eno becomes fairly unrecognizable. The lyrics are crazy too—I usually had no idea what Eno was saying because I was preoccupied trying to figure out what animal must have sat on his keyboard. However, I did notice that the delivery is often extra creepy. Don’t get me wrong, this is a cool record, but it definitely needs a few more listens before I’ll have it fully digested.
Swole Ear 