"I don't know people. I don't know what I can say about listening to this album and have you TRULY understand what it's all about. With Robyn Hitchcock, I believe firmly in my soul (and with help from the illustrious barbershop quartet of guides I have at my disposal) that you have to be exposed to a certain amount of life's absurdities in order to appreciate him. You see, it is also my own belief that Robyn is a praying mantis in human form and, as such, one must tread lightly with criticism. I truly enjoy his artistry because while we may look at pop music like it was neo-classical art, Robyn decides to throw us many curves, putting 3 eyes and 2 noses on our vision like a left field Picasso! To categorize him is to confine him and we all know by now that Robyn Hitchcock can, at any time, slip away in to his own reality, frustrating us in our efforts to understand. But, with that being said, I can feebly attempt to tell you what I think is going on, not that it matters in the least. But, on a sensual level we all know one thing, and it's the music that counts.
First off, Perspex Island owes alot to the Beatles. The musical influences are amazing and, many times throughout, I can see the influences of Revolver and the White Album, Robyn did not really get into the wizardry of Sgt. Pepper and Magical Mystery Tour, preferring to rely on affect rather than effect. Robyn sets the tone of the album like a black comedy, losing out on love but always coveying the absurdity of that while wearing his Mad Hatter's hat. Or is it Cat in the Hat? With Robyn, you never know. The songs presented here are rock solid pop with fresh. interesting construction.
All of it will remind you of something you've heard before, however, there is no copying here. Robyn takes the influences, cuts them into thousands of snippets, and crazy glues them back together forming rich, interesting, pleasurable pop. This is not to say that Mr. Hitchcock relates sunny days throughout. His doubts are clearly visible in "So You Think You're In Love", avoiding the grim reaper with humor and a toll free number in "Vegetation and Dimes", and musing about his own absurd actions on trying to get a lost love back by using voodoo in the semi-tragic "She Doesn't Exist". Not to say that Robyn cannot convey true revelations and, yes, sometimes joy in Perspex with tunes like "Ultra Unbelievable Love" and "Ride". The title of this review reflects lyrics in "Ride" and, it is easy to see. that on a pop album Robyn is not above pop psychology. But this only adds to his charm in my opinion.
Metamorpho took an immediate liking to Robyn Hitchcock, probably because of the quirky way he looked at life and the creativity of a distorted mind. He is his own artist, not a cookie cutter persona, and the world sorely needs people who are different and unique. I wholeheartedly recommend this to people who need a new twist on pop/rock and don't mind being reminded of the late 60's. As an aside, Metamorpho had the chance to listen to Robyn as he gave a free recital at a small music store in Philadelphia some years ago. Just him and his guitar playing for a tiny crowd. Wonderful and intimate. But, while there, I noticed his eyes. They were bug-like and big and I thought= AHA! No wonder he writes like he does - those praying mantis eyes are forever taking in more and more information to that amazingly wired cranium of his. It was easy to understand. However, be forewarned; if you are really going to get any of this, you must twist your own mind and vision a bit. Robyn has already done this -- now it's your turn. Metamorpho thanks all who made this review possible. Let me clarify the rating. I gave it 4 and 1/2 stars. Unfortunately Amazon doesn't care about the needs of Metamorpho (which isn't terribly unfair because, sometimes, even Metamorpho doesn't care about his own needs!) but, it would be nice if there were half stars. But, Metamorpho will not allow himself to be tortured by all this. No. He will, though, suggest Perspex Island for the quirky of mind and the very curious. In closing, it has been mirth and fun. Wishing joyful sounds to all. Your humble servant and musical confidant ---Metamorpho (pet name "Morphy" !)."