Hot Rats remains my favorite Zappa Album - the purest expression of his mad, jazzy jamming and face-melting guitarwork, without all the goofy thematic trappings. Plenty of goofy trappings here: tales of husky piss, pancake restaurants, and psychedelic charlatans. But in between and underneath, goddamn them grooves. When all the muttering nonsense fades out, good god there's a good band back there making some really insane, really tight racket that will loosen your whole neck and shoulders right on up.
And heck, I admit it, even some of the goofiness won me over
"(this is a dog talking here)"
4/5
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