In 1967 we didn't know Beefheart was going to go all Trout Mask Replica on us yet, so what he does here is a sneaky little sneak. It's a few tracks of pretty straightforward, bluesy // Faces // bar rock, with nothing stranger than a proto-Waitsian wobble to the vocals to tip us off.
And then we're growling our way through Dropout Boogie and theremin-swooning over jagged Electricity and feeling punch-spiked circa Abba Zaba. I knew that album title couldn't be sincere! we'd say. It's a pretty good piece of albumwise maneuvering, and the listen's more fun for it, even if there's nothing as explosively inventive as his later stuff on here 3.5/5
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