This album's existence is a miracle. The man's 80. Truly don't know how he does it. All the features on this album are just so tasteful and effective. You can tell Cale thrives on them, needs them maybe, but he's still on top of it all. Still doing his own fucking shit, still throwing in the weirdest sounds and the clunkiest, strangest lines, and he still manages to make it sound exciting. Reminded me of Bowie's Blackstar at times, except Cale doesn't seem to be the least bit interested in mortality, at least not his own.