Rundgren's that weird kid in class. You get to know him and he's actually rather sweet. But you still hesitate when he comes in for a hug.
His first solo album works its way through all kinds of blues / pop / soul /schmaltz / rock and roll shapes with a McCartneysian eye for hooks and angles, but also the first stirrings of the offkilter, childlike inventiveness that would later bloom on Something/Anything / A Wizard, A True Star.
It's fascinating, occasionally brilliant, but you still kind of keep it at arm's length. Heck, the mix even makes Rundgren sound physically closer than I'm altogether comfortable with. Sweet kid though 3.5/5
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment