A Must, yet somewhat overhyped
This is an album that ought to be heard by everyone who loves anything psychedelic, progressive and/or electronic, yet at the same time it is constantly overhyped by music critics. I don't mean to denigrate Can by any means, but critics fawn over this band yet never seem to acknowledge that what Can generally did was make a meal out of the kind of psychedelia that bedrock English bands like Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin and The Who (ones that these same critics tend to hold at arm's length) were doing in the margins of their songs several years earlier. What's going on here is not any different from the middle sections to Dazed and Confused or Whole Lotta Love, or much of Ummagumma other than the fact that, instead of hearing Robert Plant getting some kind of sexual favor or Roger Waters screaming bloody murder, you get the insane ranting of a lunatic jabbering over some otherwise crunchy grooves.
