I played Imagine for my dad, just because I had to. Call it generational bridging if you like. He says: "They've ruined a great song". See, that's just it, though. It's funny how that song sung here sounds so... corroded. How can something once so beautiful sound so broken and discordant? Each dissonant note seems to clash with each of the others, and the asymmetrical vocals leave you feeling sort of claustrophobic and a little rejected. All the songs presented here are so changed, so unrecognizable, sometimes so decomposed that you suspect you've heard the words before but perhaps can't quite place from where. Sometimes they are so devoid of harmony and warmth that you long for the way they once were. It makes you feel cold. Sad. As though something was lost while you weren't paying attention. And as the final unaccompanied words of "Fiddle and Drum" fall from your speakers, you can't help but wonder, uncomfortably, why it sounds so much like end credits are rolling on something deeper than merely a rock and roll CD.