The title track, Imagine, starts off fairly relaxed, then suddenly strides forth, comes up to you and whacks you around the head. Lovely. Sheena can be my dominatrix any time!
There's something about a cute babe like Sheena who flails her arm windmill fashion, and wields and thrusts her phallic-symbol-ridden guitar with her legs akimbo like in the album cover. And then don't forget the imagery of tough black boots, juxtaposed against the fluffy cute skirt. Oh yeah. The album suits the title track just fine.
Imagine was a fine, exhuberant, piece, and if she can give it that energy when playing live, guys will be tripping over their own tongues and drowning in their own drool.
Abstrait was ok, but just not as good. Like a B side to a single, I guess.
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