After leaving the RHCP in '92, Frusciante sinks into heroin, mental illness, becomes a recluse, and between the occasional pear, records these delusions on a rudimentary 4-track tape, balancing between ragged folk, delirium, various out-of-tuneness, psychedelia, and psychopathy. A beautiful album. Perhaps his only great record. It hurts... damn, this music hurts so much...
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