Brian Eno - Here Come the Warm Jets

Oh Eno, you freaky bastard. I really don't know who was scarier, Eno, Bowie or Numan. they were all freaks, and amazingly talented ones at that. Eno and Bowie are the sound of Glam Rock. and this album ( Eno's first solo, after leaving Roxy Music ) has all the good and bad of that Genre. The good being the rocky guitar driven "Needles in the Camel's Eye", The laid back, echoey instrumental piece "On some faraway beach" The bad being the weird, disjointed, wall of bizarre that is "Blank Frank" and the scary spoken word of "Dead finks don't talk". Having said that these aren't necessarily bad songs and the album over all is a triumph, and one that is referenced by almost any affecionado of the glam, art and post rock scene. It's amazing that this album and the Siouxsie and the Banshees album still stand the test of time and could easily be mistaken for a current release. Whether this says something about the cyclical nature of music or just that fact this is still relatable quality music i'll leave up to you to decide.