"I bought this album when I was 13, influenced by my love of David Bowie. I know it back to front, but. I put it on tonight for the first time in ages and I can't believe how much I love it, how excited I am getting listening to it now. I have been guilty of taking particular tracks and playing them over and over (the title track, Baby's on Fire and Needles in the Camel's Eye mostly) and neglecting the rest of the album.

I had never really noticed how brilliantly sequenced the album is, how perfectly each song feeds into the next. There are sounds on this album that were unusual to me back when I was a kid in the early 90's, and that must have been unusual back in 74 - but they're still weird, still sonically unique. Not many artists would put slashing guitars so high in the mix on a song as perfect as Cindy Tells Me, but it pays off; the wonky pianos on Driving Me Backwards are genuinely eerie; Blank Frank is a riot, Dead Finks Don't Talk like a mini-opera and Here Come the Warm Jets a simple, beautiful experiment in which the vocals are buried so deep into the mix it's almost as if they are a mistake, layered over like the Mona Lisa's original grimace.

I've listened to this album twice through tonight for the first time in a long time, and I can't wait to put it on for a third time!"

--Ren