It’s not that deep… no resounding nor epic thought patterns provoked my foray into Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention. It was quite the opposite. This album, it was a breach of epic proportions… a breach of steadfast moral and virtue. Some perverted little lyrics wrapped up in shiny
I’m not certain if there is another compilation of tune that sounds better on vinyl. This album invokes romance, longing and sheer terror all at once and the warm skip of a needle adds to its charm. I acquired this record on a stormy night. It wasn’t just a drizzle, the drops were racing sideways […]