The record takes my own coveted title of greatest début album ever - behind Roxy Music's own debut (of course which Eno was a member). But while that album is nominated by a foray of artists taking the limelight at several times, Eno here is sans Ferry (but with almost every other member) and is the main entertainer on the enigmatic, gorgeously captivating and almost any other positive adjectived Here Come the Warm Jets.
Of course Robert Fripp also appears to provide touches to the album that ultimately expand its genius yet the production is so modern and sharp it could only be Eno at the helm. The album achieves that rare beauty of being completely unique, totally fresh and different at first listen, yet wholly accessible and extremely enjoyable from the very first listen. How he quite pulls this off continues to amaze me. There is something I don't quite understand about it now and that's why it persistently excites.
The album is pure art rock, with every ounce of the sonic experimentalism sounding so finely produced that it is never invasive to your ears or superfluous. Among the masterpieces, and I try not to use that word too lightly, on it there are tracks like 'On Some Faraway Beach' and 'Baby's On Fire' - the two are practically nothing alike but the two are so perfectly executed that the Eno genius which would come to recognition (and arguably be extended with Taking Tiger Mountain, Another Green World, even Before and After Science) is easily recognised here. So in one sense, he is fully fledged on Here Come the Warm Jets but of course this album isn't even a section, only a particle, of the greater Brian Eno discography and musical creations. Art rock at it's genius potential.
10/10
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