When clear vinyl versions of the band's back catalogue were released by Music On Vinyl in 2015, I made this album my priority as it stands as one of my favourites by the band. The sound reproduction is very good and the packaging is also rather excellent. This isn't the rarest record I own and it isn't the best sounding, but I treasure it above many others.
The first track "Technopolis" is a Ryuichi Sakamoto composition that springs straight out of the box with driving beats and a bouncy bassline. Sakamoto uses a Roland VP-330 vocoder to announce that the titicular technopolis is "Tokyo!" whilst the synths swirl around us. This track is an unapologetic attempt to create an impressive opening and it succeeds quite handsomely.
Also impressive is "Absolute Ego Dance" which was composed by another band member, Harry Hosono. A characteristic of this album is the use of sequencers and the impressive Roland MC8 programming comes to the fore on this fast paced number. Making up a trio of energetic tracks from each band member is "Rydeen" by Yukihiro Takahashi which is another YMO classic. The first side finishes with "Castalia" which is a more solemn and reflective piece that uses the VP-330 choir sounds alongside Sakamoto's jazzy piano chords to create a dream-like atmosphere.
Arguably the album's centre piece is the iconic "Behind the Mask". I think I have mentioned previously on this blog that my first encounter with this song came via hearing a version on the radio. For many years I didn't know who sang the song and it came as a surprise when I found out it was by Eric Clapton. This version of the track has quite a complex history that touches Michael Jackson and his keyboard wizard Greg Phillinganes before it reached old 'Slowhand'. Yet, to my mind, the original YMO rendition is by far the best.
Creating a cover version of a Beatles song is a gutsy move for anyone, but for an electronic band who come from the other side of the world, it is nothing short of heroic. Whilst "Day Tripper" sounds a little naive and disjointed in places, you still get the feeling it comes form a place of admiration rather than ridicule. Penultimate track "Insomnia" is a creepy and ponderous beast that creates a nice contrast with the frothy pop sound of the world's favourite scousers. The album rounds out with the title track that is another fast paced and enjoyable romp; but I have to admit I can't discern any of the lyrics.
When the album ends my initial reaction was that it felt too short. However, on reflection I realise it is actually a perfect little jewel and any attempt to elongate it or change the formula might break the spell. 4/5






