If ever there was an album that changed the way I looked about art, then it was this one. It has everything. You want to dance? Stick on 'High 5' or 'The New Pollution'. You feel sorry for yourself? 'Jack Ass', 'Ramshackle', 'Readymade'. Need to rock to it? 'Novacane', 'Minus', 'Devils Haircut'. You feel like you just want to sing along? 'Sissyneck', 'Where Its At'.
There's an unrivalled assortment of textures and sounds on this album. Soulful organs (courtesy of Keyboard Money Mark), searing guitar noise, lofi blues fingerpicking, FAT grooving basslines, beautiful sampling of sex education film dialogue, James Brown, everything.. it's just a party for the ears.
The packaging art is fantastic- great collages of terrible 1970s wallpaper patterns, Spanish colonial folk paintings, and just plain weird shit like a giant egg repenting for its masturbation sins. Also the lyric "Dropped my anchor in the dead of night, packed my suitcase and threw it away" is THE BEST.