The three hundred and twenty-fifth album: #325 Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom
Rock Bottom is an odd album to place in my mind. Tragic backstory aside, the vibe it's going for is (possibly appropriately) quite morose, a subdued psychedelic sound that has its prog rock roots but avoids all of its excesses, instead staying small and more personal.
With that, it's at times quite impenetrable, creating a soundscape that's hard to get into at the best of times and sometimes quite off putting to the point where I can struggle to really enjoy it. There's a lot of skill here, sure, and some really intriguing music, but it's hard to find my way in.