I've always liked the Talking Heads, but have always thought their studio sound was a bit too neutered by the 70's too coked out producer trope of making everything as dry and compressed as possible, reducing the dynamic range to the point where everything ends up sounding flat.

Stop Making Sense is a sonic rejection of all of this. I don't think you've really experienced the Talking Heads until you've seen the manic energy of David Byrne sandwiched between the backing vocalists synchronized jams, and Tina Weymouth literally dancing out her bass groove. Most importantly, you can hear the goddamn room; you can hear the dynamics of one of the tightest bands to ever grace this earth. Try not to have fun with this.