Released after several albums of successful sonic and rhythmic experimentation, Little Creatures was something of a retrenchment and Talking Heads commercial peak. Though hailed as a return to their “classic” pre-Eno form at the time, hindsight reveals an okay, fussy album of forced wackiness/bizarro cuteness (see requisite “kooky” outfits on the back cover) more akin to latter-day B52’s. The genuine innovations and unique vision of previous incarnations long gone, stale genre excercises in country and pop suggest the band self-consciously playing at being Talking Heads. Even the “naive” cover painting by Howard Finster seems a little behind the curve.
And although I remembered Little Creatures as such, I was still kind of hoping for better when I picked it (along with concert movie soundtrack Stop Making Sense) up at the Hythe Cricket Club bootfair this morn.