With Yoko’s latest it isn’t a matter of ‘getting’ it right away (she might not even ‘get’ it herself), but rather keeping an open mind when giving the album a listen. ‘Waiting For The D Train’ is a strong opener, with a raw, surf-rock sound that actually compliments her frenzied wails and moans. The same goes for ‘Moving Mountains’ and ‘Calling,’ both of which have a minimal, avant-garde taste to them, and, when taken out of context, could pass as the same experimental art-rock nonsense coming out of multiple music scenes right now.

Aside from those successes, the rest of the album isn’t nearly as strong. Part of the problem is that her quirkiness, while at times charming, detracts from her music, particularly on tracks like ‘The Sun Is Down’ and ‘Between My Head And The Sky’ where her vocal antics overpower what are otherwise clean beats. Likewise her attempts to be heartfelt on ‘I’m Going Away Smiling’ and ‘Feel The Sand’ are genuine, but when composed of abstract spoken-word and scattered noise, they fall flat.

Love her or hate her, Between My Head And The Sky isn’t terrible. Yoko Ono is still in the game, and if it’s possible to find a deeper meaning to lyrics like Why is [the elephant] so big/ He says because you’re small honey, then more power to her.