Here Come the Warm Jets

1	Needles in the Camel's Eye 3:11
2	The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch 3:04
3	Baby's on Fire 5:19
4	Cindy Tells Me 3:25
5	Driving Me Backwards 5:12
6	On Some Faraway Beach 4:36
7	Blank Frank 3:37
8	Dead Finks Don't Talk 4:19
9	Some of Them Are Old 5:11
10	Here Come the Warm Jets 4:04

Barnes & Noble

Roxy Music was one of the most stylish, intelligent, and slyly funny bands on London's early-'70s glam-rock scene. But keyboardist and conceptualist Brian Eno departed after only two albums to embark on what has turned out to be a wild and often unpredictable solo career. Though his music is fairly austere these days, Eno was at his most clever and flamboyantly odd on his solo debut, Here Come the Warm Jets. Anticipating the coming punk era, the new wave sounds to follow, and the electronica of today, Here Come the Warm Jets contains some of the most exuberant and hardest-rocking moments of Eno's career; it's an album of remarkable depth, full of sonic surprises and furious wordplay that reward careful listening. There have been a few bands over the years brave enough to cover such classic Eno tunes as "Baby's on Fire," but none has quite been able to recapture the power of his synthetically altered vocals, siren-like guitars, buzzing wall of noise, and various "treated" instruments. Twenty-five years later, Here Come the Warm Jets has lost none of its ability to delight, confound, and, most of all, inspire. Michael Hill

All Music Guide

Eno's solo debut, Here Come the Warm Jets, is a spirited, experimental collection of unabashed pop songs on which Eno mostly reprises his Roxy Music role as "sound manipulator," taking the lead vocals but leaving much of the instrumental work to various studio cohorts (including ex-Roxy mates Phil Manzanera and Andy Mackay, plus Robert Fripp and others). Eno's compositions are quirky, whimsical, and catchy, his lyrics bizarre and often free-associative, with a decidedly dark bent in their humor ("Baby's on Fire," "Dead Finks Don't Talk"). Yet the album wouldn't sound nearly as manic as it does without Eno's wildly unpredictable sound processing; he coaxes otherworldly noises and textures from the treated guitars and keyboards, layering them in complex arrangements or bouncing them off one another in a weird cacophony. Avant-garde yet very accessible, Here Come the Warm Jets still sounds exciting, forward-looking, and densely detailed, revealing more intricacies with every play. Steve Huey