Title: Pomo Hphp Glideslide
Product review: I wonder what's turned Eno toward space jazz. Too much time on the autobahn? The sickly romance of St. Petersburg's future? Lovely decadence as panacea? Although I prefer the purer ambience of releases like On Land, Thursday Afternoon, and The Shutov Assembly, I can't fault Eno for reaching again (as he always does, but in different directions each outing), but I find the vocorder cheesy, Schwalm all but extraneous, some of the guitar sounds a bit too obviously Frippish, and, in general, a bit too much use of things from the old bag of tricks. Of course, they are mostly tricks he invented, so I really can't complain. Eno's truest gift is here (again as always) in the music's ability to travel and chart a subconscious terrain, sometimes seashore, sometimes highway, sometimes cityscape, always Eno's own avant garde.
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