Μονο ❤.
When it comes to Yoko Ono, you can't avoid the L word. You just can't separate them, they did everything together for fuck's sake, I mean, they were together even when they broke up for a while. And don't forget that you can't unsee the photo of their asses on the back cover of Two Virgins. But if you can get past the hippie crap and ignore all the cliches that taint her reputation for no reason, you come across a great body of work that paved the way for a broad range of expression in music. Just check Hijokaidan, Tunnel Canary, Sonic Youth, Harry Pussy. Even Deerhoof. Lol.
Her debut bridged the gap between White Light/White Heat and No New York, while some parts of it make me swear that Ringo and Co listened the shit out of Amon Düül's Psychedelic Underground, with THAT voice on top. Nothing sounds like it and nothing will. You can bring your Junkos and your Diamandas as an example on the table, but I don't care. Yoko is the Queen Mother of Screaming and this album is her Revolver.
Plastic Ono Band LP (Apple Records / Secretly Canadian - 1970 / 2016)
