Title: Musicians in search of a tune.
Product review: Henry cow come from that school of thought that is the more abstract your music the better you will be thought of. Wrong. This is absolute drivel from beginning to end. Only Virgin records could give a band like this such free reign to doodle about. There is one decent Firth guitar solo and the rest is firmly in the Ornette Coleman/Free jazz idiom. Totally unlistenable. At least parts of 'leg end' (nirvana for mice) had some semblance of continuity, but even that was lost by the middle of side two. The thing is the band can play, so why this obsession with strange time signatures and weirdness? They reached an absolute nadir on the live 'greasy truckers 2' the most pretencious musings since Terry Riley in the late sixties. This is not music and i'm angry at myself for giving them a second chance and going by the great reviews this was given. At least bands like Egg (most of the time) knew that other people than themselves were listening.
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