His record is annoying because it doesn’t do anything. The songs aren’t strong enough individually or collectively to merit more than a passing listen. Save for some incendiary guitar work by Robert Fripp during Baby’s On Fire, the instrumentation is pretty tepid. In fact the whole album may be described as tepid, and the listener must kick himself for blowing five bucks on baloney.
Historians might want to take note of the fact that Needles In The Camel’s Eye has a heavy Del Shannon influence; that Some Of Them Are Old is constructed around harmonies highly reminiscent of the Four Freshmen; that the first three songs on side B quote extensively from the Beatles’ Abbey Road. Others will hopefully join with this writer in taking exception to this insane divergence of styles and wish that the next time Eno makes an album, he will attempt to structure his work rather than throw together the first ten things that come to mind.
Rolling Stone’s review of Eno’s Here Come the Warm Jets, 24 October 1974.
Normally not a fan of mocking record reviews that failed to realized a newly-issued album was A Classic, but man, did this guy have his head up his ass.
I’ve been wrong myself but hell, was this written by my grampa?! Does it make you want to rush out (to Spotify) and get a free hit of The Four Freshman?