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Frank Zappa – Weasels Ripped My Flesh

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The sound is big and bold throughout with excellent clarity, presence, and wonderful transparency.

If you’re not already a Zappa fan, be warned that experimental song structures, feedback, dirty lyrics, avant-garde jazz freakouts and gas mask solos (yes, you read that right) all figure into the mix here. I don’t know of anyone other than Frank Zappa who could shape that all into one amazing, fairly cohesive LP.

40 Years and Counting

I’ve been listening to Weasels Ripped My Flesh since I was in high school. It’s still remarkably fresh and original even now. This is not music for the faint of heart. Audiophiles who prefer a steady diet of Patricia Barber and the like will find little of interest here.

But for those of you who want to explore something completely original and a bit “out there,” this should be right up your alley — and if that’s the case, be sure to check out Zappa’s Big Band Masterpiece: Waka Jawaka.

What outstanding sides such as these have to offer is not hard to hear:

No doubt there’s more but we hope that should do for now. Playing the record is the only way to hear all of the qualities we discuss above, and playing the best pressings against a pile of other copies under rigorously controlled conditions is the only way to find a pressing that sounds as good as this one does.

What We’re Listening For on Weasels Ripped My Flesh

TRACK LISTING

Side One

Didja Get Any Onya? 
Directly From My Heart To You (R.W. Penniman) 
Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Sexually Aroused Gas Mask 
Toads Of The Short Forest 
Get A Little

Side Two

The Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue 
Dwarf Nebula Processional March & Dwarf Nebula 
My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama 
Oh No 
The Orange County Lumber Truck 
Weasels Ripped My Flesh

AMG Review

A fascinating collection of mostly instrumental live and studio material recorded by the original Mothers of Invention, complete with horn section, from 1967-1969, Weasels Ripped My Flesh segues unpredictably between arty experimentation and traditional song structures. Without pretension, Zappa blurs the normally sharp line between intellectual concept music and the visceral immediacy of rock and R&B. Zappa’s anything-goes approach and the distance between his extremes are what make Weasels Ripped My Flesh ultimately invigorating; they also even make the closing title track — a minute and a half of squalling feedback, followed by applause — perfectly logical in the album’s context.

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