And yet it is still sprinkled sparingly with magic, not least the wistful Dream Operator. The weakest Talking Heads album, it feels simultaneously laboured and undercooked: the sound is leaden Puzzlin’ Evidence and Papa Legba amount to padding. The soundtrack to Byrne’s directorial debut was made as the band was falling apart and it is tempting to say you can tell.
It is far better than its commercial failure suggests – Hanging Upside Down should have been a hit – but also serves to make the listener miss Talking Heads, which presumably couldn’t have been further from Byrne’s aim. The most Talking-Heads-esque of Byrne’s solo albums, albeit with a Latin-American influence, Uh-Oh vanished unheralded at the height of grunge.
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