But few rock albums - if you could call the jazz-folk-classical music contained within 'rock' by any stretch - are as paradoxically inviting as this ultra-complex recording. Van Morrison's Astral Weeks, his first 'proper' solo album after departing popular garage rockers Them*, has become one of those artistic touchstones that practically wards off anyone actually enjoying it, as to touch a LP (or DVD, or copied painting) would rub the oily grease of the filthy and mortal onto timelessness and thus muck it up. Review Summary: Morrison places us all in his own slipstream, carried along by the force of his genius.
