I recently read Mick Brown's Spector biography, "Tearing Down the Wall of Sound." In it, he talks at length about this album.He'd probably have to because in the grand scheme of things, for such a prolific producer, Spector really didn't do a ton of work. He had the Ronettes, Darlene Love, the Righteous Brothers and, later, the Beatles, George Harrison and John Lennon.
Considering that's the extent of his work covering four decades, it's not a lot.
Add in that it's really odd, to me, that Spector produced this Christmas album for his "fans" putting his name on it as if rock and roll fans bought albums because he produced them and not because people like the Ronettes.
Needless to say, the guy was delusional and that delusion included the ego the size of Asia. It's an ego unparalleled.
But to cut away from Spector, this is a really cool album. If you want to really get and insight as to what the Wall of Sound was, get this album or tune into an oldes station during the holidays. It's just choreographed, coordinated noise. Nothing steps outside of some arranged boundary.
It's lush and if you know what went into it, the music is really cool to listen to.
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