Alex Chilton: Like Flies On Sherbert

Frequently claimed to be one of the worst albums ever made, I’m totally entranced by the sloppily poured love, enthusiasm, boredom, and hatred sloshing to and fro in equal, intoxicating measure.

The title track is probably one of the most beautiful things ever recorded by Chilton, and considering the Big Star catalog, that’s saying something. Purposeful anarchic ineptitude met with an earnestness that, though at times almost unlistenable, stands as a shockingly joyful crucible from a reportedly very dark time in his life.