The two hundred and twentieth album: Can - Tago Mago
When you have an album of seven tracks that's seven minutes in length, you know you're going to get something experimental. This krautrock album goes to some weird places, piling on other psychedelic influences to create stream of consciousness music. Parts go from one area to the other, using candid performances, backwards recordings and candidly captured sounds of rehearsals and jam sessions. It's unsettling at times, a weird insight into the mind of what seems a weird group, and something I think I still struggle to define.
It's an interesting album, but the repetition over some of these long tracks gets quite tiresome, at which point it feels like the track gets thrown at you more than that you're actively listening to it - it just doesn't always have those hooks to keep grabbing your attention. It's a state of mind, an album that isn't necessarily great, but it's creative and different. I listened, I think I got part of it, but I see no reason to go back to it.