You could call this album ahead of its time.
But I won’t.
It may have been ahead of its time, but I wouldn’t know, because I was not alive then.
The 1983 album “Speaking in Tongues” is fun, it’s weird and I like it. I like it a lot.
To me, Talking Heads is an acquired taste. Much like Radiohead, who based its name on a Talking Heads’ song or Modest Mouse, it takes a certain degree of musical maturity to appreciate it.
You can listen to it easily, but you have to hear it conceptually.
The band is as funky and eclectic as this bright floral romper. In my opinion, every strange thing you need to know about Talking Heads is engrained in the upbeat “Making Flippy Floppy.”
The best part about this album is the genre journey. From the funk feel in “Moon Rocks” to the pop-rock flavor of “Burning Down the House,” the album is expansive.
Weirdly enough, the “Hi hi hi hi’s” of “Swamp” vaguely reminds me of the “Haw haw haw haw’s” in ZZ Top’s “La Grange,” another of my favorites.
If you need a pop song that does not throw as many curve balls, try “Girlfriend is Better.”
Who am I kidding? I anxiously wait for the arm on my record player to spin through “This Must Be the Place,” the love song that famously doubts itself.
The chords may sound like paradise, but it maintains its degree of romantic uncertainty. When I hear it, I feel love without complacency.
The album doesn’t stand alone.
It’s accompanied with killer cover art and wickedly weird music videos that will have you shrugging your shoulders and bobbing your head side to side. It’s no surprise, as the Talking Heads is made up of former art school students.
I like the idea that you can dance to songs that bounce around society’s deepest flaws.
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