A mini-review of "Brian Eno" from the album Congratulations by MGMT:
This is a garage rock, post-punk, Ennio Morricone faux-Western, drag queen lounge act, marching band mash-up, if I've ever heard one. It also has nothing I can discern in it that is musically tied to Brian Eno, other than his name being somewhat shout-sung as part of the lyrics. The end of the song that precedes it on the album, “Siberian Breaks,” does sound like Brian Eno’s music—so much so that I thought one track had ended and the other had begun. Instead, I actually received this wonderful “mess” of a song that really works, in the same way that the crazy concoctions of Jim Thirlwell work when he is creating music under his Foetus moniker. This is excellent and refreshing stuff on an album where many of the songs seem too slow, too long, or too overdone.
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