Many Debaseriani have written to thank me and compliment me for all the interesting reviews I post on this fantastic site. I thank them.
Many ask me what I think about the trout, meanwhile, I thank the many Debaseriani who always write to me and follow my reviews... these demonstrations of affection move me and encourage me to do even better.
Regarding this album, I say that loving Zappa and the captain, I consider Mirror Man his masterpiece, but I don't consider the Trout a masterpiece so acclaimed by today's post-internet critics.
Unfortunately, sites like Scaruffi and ondarock have ruined and contaminated the Italian musical taste.
It's not an accessible album; sure there are some good tracks, so you have to take the album as a work of art for its own sake, but praise to the captain who was able to dismantle piece by piece every single song, deconstructing the blues canons (after all, who better than him knows the blues) and randomly reassembling them to the extreme consequences.
The trick seems simple, in fact, it doesn't work for all the songs; some are masterpieces, others just don't work at all with mediocre results.
It is worth noting that the captain is also a painter, highlighting analogies between free musical form and abstract pictorial form... in short, there's a lot to tell about this album... meanwhile, I greet you and thank you for the affection you show me daily by writing letters and greetings.
This album is a wild ride to the origin of sounds, between guttural screams and gramophone-era orchestras playing twenty-first-century blues.
I still certainly listen to "Trout Mask Replica" knowing it will never be remastered.
Trout Mask is anything but an 'improvised' album; it is a masterpiece of premeditated erosion and courageous expansion of rock's boundaries.
It demonstrated how the formal barriers of 'rock' could and should be broken to refresh its primal explosive and irreverent charge.
You can no longer see things with the same eyes, nor hear things with the same ears, you are no longer you.
A standalone work of art, which you can hate or love, yet it stands there making history.
The captain was a totalitarian schizophrenic, and he demanded that every damn thing be perfect for the creation of his albums.
The most WTF album ever: even today, many critics wonder if this is a joke or a revolutionary work.
It is like facing an incomprehensible monolith similar to that of 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Music as extraordinary as it is irregular, so little pleasant (in the classic sense) that you can’t even find it on Spotify.