The album was called Trans. It came out in 1982, and Young’s fans hated it because it was festooned with all these keyboards and vocal effects that made Neil sound like funky Darth Vader. “Where’s the guitar?” so many anguished Harvest holdovers cried. Little did they know that Trans was an artistic representation of Young’s ongoing attempts to directly communicate with his cerebral palsy-afflicted son. Bet you feel like a real shithead now, 1982 Neil Young fan, complaining about keyboards mucking up your precious folk rocker.
Trans is still out of print in America, but the great blog Lost Turntable posted it a couple weeks ago. Grab it while you can—they don’t leave stuff up very long over there, and I feel like the window on this one’s about to close. Sorry I didn’t alert you to this sooner, my fine feathered finks. Awesome things like this occasionally slip through the cracks.