Frank Zappa's mind is like one giant drive in movie that is only open once in a while, when it is open I like to drive in and see whats going on. This guy can do some great voices. He then invents people to put the voices to, he invents situations and places, in short he invents a new world filled with amazing things and puts out a fourty minute excerpt now and then.

And this punk can play that guitar like nobody else. He dispenses with the usual old noises churned out by most, and really speaks ... he never wins polls!

The album itself sees a more relaxed FZ talking lazily over an electric background ... loosing control of his body functions in some ladies garden. The good thing about it all is that you can imagine Frank in the situations he writes about ... I mean he's so outrageous it can't be true. "Wind up workin' in a gas station" opens and warns of such an end. "Black Napkins" is FZ on the guitar he really is one of the true giants. "Disco boy" is the final cut and emerges as a real gem ... attacking all of the non persons at the local disco. For ever combing their hair and looking "gear".

Overall the whole album works, it's not as immediately humorous as his previous "movies for your ears" but keep listening and you'll find it lurking. Recurring jokes like the poodle have gone as has reliable old "STINK FOOT" ..... sorry peoples ... any how, it's late why don't you go to the movies?

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