Remember the single "World Shut Your Mouth" from an eternity ago? Well, Jules is back. He presents us with a thoroughly hippie-trippy epic saga that takes the listener from the earth to the stars and back.

Call me jaded, call me smug, call me Shirley, but I draw the line here my friends. Enough stupid, shitty music, fer chrissakes! The only words that I could possibly imagine to appropriately describe Interpreter were: stupid, goofy, embarassingly bad, silly and dumb (and I intend to use them). Here's what you get: 12 tracks of silly '70s era pop-rock rife with PC innuendo and inflated ideals. I don't mind silly music, but silly music that takes itself seriously is intolerable. The pop hooks are so cliche that Interpreter should be sold with a used sticker on it like an old textbook. Cope ads insult to injury by throwing in thick, overdone string arrangements, claps, and period organ here and there. Oh yeah, and a few nah-nah-nahs too. Whew. Breathe deeply. Happy thoughts.

The conceit behind this thinly veiled atrocity is spirituality in England today. The disc even comes with "Julian Cope's Mythological Mind Map Of The Marlboro Downs," if you need to find sacred pagan ground before the drugs kick in. There's good drug music, there's bad drug music, and there's really embarassingly bad drug music. You can guess where this shakes out.

-James P. Wisdom