There’s always the suspicion a Hawkins-like spandex-clad front man should come bursting out of Jean-Emmanuel Krieger’s beatnik trips. Opener ‘Lick Lokoum’ builds up a stadium rock spectacle like the intro to Dire Straits’ ‘Money for Nothing’ putting a Zen master through their paces, and what becomes a signature Oriental twinkling makes ‘Cosmos’ psychedelic on different levels, both full-on and concentrated for swinging cool cats and those letting their herbals take hold. And in true rock & roll tradition, Baikonour’s star burns out before it’s really begun.
3 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: MATT OLIVER