I love, Love, LOVE this album! It’s literate, ironic, snidey smart-ass jazz-rock made by obsessive world-weary New Yorker/LA burn outs. I must have played it about a thousand times, and still I return and just let its molten, aural smoothness flood into my ears and massage my brain.

This is the second Steely Dan album I’ve heard. While I thought of Pretzel Logic as a rock album with some jazz, Aja seemed like a jazz album with a little rock. It was hard to get into, but by the third time I listened to it, it grew on me.