USA, 1969, experimental rock / avant-prog

The Mothers of InventionUncle Meat: Chaotic, self-referential, experimental nonsense, and it’s all glorious. There’s really only one way to listen to this album: don your dog mask (whatever breed you like) and hit shuffle. The shuffling is important, since, as Zappa said, this album can be cut up with a razor blade and put back together in any order, and it’s still the same thing.

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