[Review] The Mothers of Invention: We’re Only In It For The Money (1968)
A smorgasbord of demented genius in snack-size bites that challenges the status quo, the counterculture and everything in between.
A smorgasbord of demented genius in snack-size bites that challenges the status quo, the counterculture and everything in between.
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.
The low-budget seduction of a classical/jazz violinist and an ad hoc orchestra.
Avant-garde, quasi-orchestral music bookended by a pair of doo-wop songs, which in the world of Frank Zappa makes perfect nonsense.
A Frankenstein feast of tasty leftovers and live tracks from the band what brought you Lumpy Gravy, Uncle Meat and Burnt Weeny Sandwich.
The beginning of the Flo & Eddie experiment, in which the pair become the witting mouthpiece for Frank.
A single-disc live album featuring the humorous banter of Flo & Eddie and the mating call of the mud shark.
This probably should have come with a free bar of soap and shampoo, since you’ll need a shower after listening to it.
Another live Mothers album to come home to after a tiring day of making maple syrup for the pancakes of your land.
Frank gets pushed from a stage and spends months at home pushing the envelope of musical smallmindedness.
Don’t like classical jazz/rock music? Blow it out your Wazoo.
The album that kicked off (kind of) a commercial renaissance for Frank Zappa.
A sensational selection of new songs recorded live on double elpee and featuring the funny and furiously fast Zappa we all love.
A crossover of space fusion and synth funk, featuring Frank Zappa as the mysterious Obdewl’l X.