An improvisational masterpiece - or nightmare, depending, or your point of view. The ultimate theme of Tago Mago is that never-ending sense of redlining it, pushing to extremes, and violent mood swings, from a quiet, deceptive state of serenity to wild, thrashing, chaotic madness. And of course, those are the same characteristics which, to me, make the album so difficult to really listen to on a daily basis. From personal experience, I’m pretty well worn out for a good while after one listen of this mammoth disc, and I can only imagine how people felt dealing with the vinyl version.