When I was eight years old I went to the Museum of Modern Art in New York, and I saw a huge canvas hanging on the wall painted one color, with another huge canvas hanging in front of it painted another color, and the one in front had three knife slashes through it. I'm sure that if you appreciate modern art you probably know what I'm talking about, and if that is you, you may just like Yoko Ono's latest album.
Even when I was eight, I personally thought that it was stupid, and I couldn't believe that anyone would put something like that into a museum. I don't feel quite as strongly about "Between My Head and The Sky", but it did strike a chord in me that made me remember that.
The album isn't poorly executed - it ranges from ballads to techno to bass driven tracks that remind me of the collaboration between John Paul Jones and Diamanda Galas (which I also didn't like) and does have its place. I could imagine the Plastic Ono Band playing at an experimental art opening in New York and blending right in with the new wave art on the walls. What I can't imagine is actually going to a concert just to hear this music.
I don't really enjoy writing reviews of music; that isn't my thing. I am a musician, and I love music, and I got into reviewing music so I could write great things about artists and try to help get good music out to the world. When I requested this album for review, I guess I just didn't know what I was getting into - I knew Yoko Ono's name and thought that maybe she would be doing something interesting and progressive and beautiful. What I found, instead, was an album that seemed like it was too much in the head and not enough in the heart - an artistic statement more than a body of music.