Glints of social commentary yield to the whims of his narrators-forgetful, distractible oddballs and drunk egomaniacs who have no right to be so captivating.Īt a studio in an old Parisian mansion, the band dreamed up an alluring retro-futurist backdrop for Turner’s inventions. He veers from croons to falsetto, splicing together hyperrealist satire, sham biography, and interstellar escapism.
Against the odds, the resulting LP finds the former street poet at his most visionary: material only he could write, performed with a charm and bravado that only he could pull off.
