The Neil Young album everyone hated. Though not credited, I’m sure Jeff Lynne was involved in this somehow. The record is extremely incoherent — from the jarring style and mood shifts between songs to the vocoded-beyond-all-reason Big Brother paranoia lyrics — which makes for a fun listen. It sounds like he’s playing everything through a Yak Bak on robot mode: modulated, but you can hear the rustic essence underneath. This is more than an amusing obscurity, however; Young’s vocals kinda fade into an ambient warble amongst proto-futuristic Tomorrowland tunes, creating a truly Zone-worthy atmosphere.
Enjoy in 320k here.