Here's some weirdos taking a page from the Zappa playbook, filtered through pure Ween wierdoism. These dudes, weird dudes, they lay out that cover, that tricky angling. It's right agreeable on the surface, all bubblegum and yacht rock and neo-soul and 70's California pop-rock - - - but that bandname, that naked knifefight cover artwork . . . a seed of doubt.
And the falsettos wobble funhouse, and a man man barks duck man manifestos, and hitchy startstops and breakdowns and shrieks and everyone meows and everything just gets kinda addled. It reads a little goofy, a little forced in places, but it's damned hooksome and curious enough often enough that it's well worth your trouble if you're into this kind of thing 3.5/5
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