The two things you need to know about this album:
- guitar player Jad Fair does not know how to play the guitar ("the only chord I know is the one that connects the guitar to the amp". good line.)
- the album is 3 discs, 38 songs, and nearly 2 hours long
That's probably enough to send the most of you whipping the scroll wheel.
It is as bad as it sounds: it is a marathon of unpleasant sounds, of ragged noise, of go-nowhere meandering, of utter lack of self-editing. But you do have to admire the raw omega-punk energy of it.
I've heard this compared to the Shaggs but that's horseshit. They didn't want to be there. They were, at absolute best, art _about_ rock and roll. At absolute best. If you're generous.
Half Japanese couldn't want this more, couldn't *be* more rock and roll, nails scratching // at // the // coffin // walls. You have to admire that animal energy, even if listening to this feels like being in the coffin with them 2.5/5
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