Hard to attribute this solely to the musician known as "Twink" (John Alder), as in reality a multitude of artists - basically, a good chunk of the British psychedelic underground - came together to work on and complete the record. And it shows. This is more jam session than coherent set of music, with mantric rhythms, chants, percussion, and what other imagined opium-den sounds they can conjure. It's not recommended to think pink except once in a long while.

Nice aggregation of the man's early works. Not much else needs to be said.

I must have heard this album in full and the individual songs more times than I count, and I still don't have a true feel for it. The first in a long line of iconoclastically weird records from Blue Oyster Cult. What more is there to say?

The 'Kids always had a knack for gritty storytelling, but "Squalliday Inn" finds them in their most debauched mode: "You got no brain but you got head/Step in my rented car/'Cause sooner or later you're gonna end up in my bed".

Digital Underground managed to follow up on the success of 1990's Sex Packets here on their second album, which was an all-out tribute to the 1970's space-funk co-op Parliament-Funkadelic. They even get George Clinton himself to cameo on the title track. Whereas the previous album owed more to 1980's Golden Age rap, DU head honcho Shock G spread his stylistic wings, added more people to the group, and more elements to the sound. Now, more than ever, this has the feel of 70's communal funk put in the context of hip-hop, with most every track spreading the wealth among multiple rappers, vocals, samples, and effects.