Weasels Ripped My Flesh
by Frank Zappa
Released: Aug 1970
A smorgasbord of previously unreleased recordings from the Mothers, Weasels Ripped My Flesh unfolds like a single, sprawling collage (albeit one riddled with schizoid juxtaposition and Dada-inspired pranksterism). In just the first three cuts, avant-garde jazz ("Didja Get Any Onya?") makes way for space blues ("Directly From My Heart to You"), which crumbles into stoned-opera madness ("Prelude to the Afternoon of a Sexually Aroused Gas Mask"). Later on Zappa unleashes "My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama," a distillation of the weirdo's psychogeniusartgarbage aesthetic in under four minutes.
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