[Review] Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band: Safe As Milk (1967)
What do you get when you mix a poet, an artist, a talented band of blues-rock crazies and drugs? Clue: it ain’t milk.
What do you get when you mix a poet, an artist, a talented band of blues-rock crazies and drugs? Clue: it ain’t milk.
Another love letter to the blue and the bizarrre, mailed from the remotest edge of reason.
Fast, bulbous and tapered for your pleasure… Captain Beefheart’s beefy monsterpiece.
A mindblender of jazz, classical and rock music that stands as one of the greatest albums of the twentieth century.
Beefheart flexes his magic muscle one last time for these bite-size replicas of Trout Mask Replica.
Recorded in between their first and second albums, this is four thick, meaty slices of classic Beefheart blues-rock dementia.
The last album from the last and best lineup of The Mothers, featuring two sofas and a modified dog.
Okay, so it’s not a replica of Trout Mask Replica, but the pair still create sparks on this suitably demented outing.
Guitar, bass, keyboards… Zappa does it all (over you) on his latest studio album.
The Tubes sack their producer and mutinous chaos ensues. Captain Beefheart appears briefly.