Copey Feeling Better Now
For many Cope fans like me, each release subsequent to Interpreter was met with puzzlement. Cope had gotten more into his musicology and archeology gigs, and his own music became 1st-take lo-fi oddities. Brain Donor and Queen Elizabeth were weekend jams w/o hooks or melodies or Cope's amazing voice. Glad to say, Black Sheep falls well within the sonic template of Jehovahkill and Peggy Suicide. The songs are listenable again, not just pieces/rants/screeds to think about. Psychedelic Odin shows Cope at the heights of his trippy space-hippie best. The album could have been subtitled Melodic Fiery Bananas, describing Cope himself.