Enclosure review from Rolling Stone – Croatian edition
Do not classify Frusciante – this could be somewhat of an unspoken rule in the world of the guitarist rock and roll self-centered and the class-A axemen. The ex-Chili Peppers man has developed a cult following [editor’s note: Folks, that’s us, say hi for the camera!] not only because for his terrific guitar parts on their best albums (BloodSugarSexMagik and Californication) and the book titled with his last name; but also for his self-determined use of the instrument and pulling out rarely typical, but almost always interesting sounds.
The fight with his private demons taught him that it’s not a good idea to record everything he’s got in his head. Sometimes those rhythms can be beautifully psychodelically weird, unexpected, set free of any predictable rhythm known. Following his musical thoughts and guitar playing would be as ungrateful as in the case of the Mars Volta. They’re either turning out to be masterpieces or something only he can understand and listen to.
The most recent addition to his catalogue will delight the searchers for fresh and non-commercial ideas of the man who always walked two steps ahead. At the same time, it will not be remembered, for it’s just one of those weird Frusciante albums.
Best tracks: Crowded, Stratch.
3 out of 5 stars
– Angelo Juras
