Ok, Ok, I'll go buy it, don't get mad. I'll be right back. . .
[found it for 15 Euros, spend about 30 minutes listening to it with great attention]
These Meat Puppets really suck! First of all, they should learn to use their instruments, bassist Cris Kirkwood messes up all the timing and plays at random, guitarist/singer/brother Curt has a horrible voice and with the guitar tries to cram too many notes one after the other, ruining even the few good ideas. Those Kirkwoods aren't cut out for music; I'm tossing the CD in the trash, where it deserves to be.
No, wait! Let's say I listen to it one last time.
[another 30 minutes pass]
This album is fan-fantastic! Don't be fooled, like I was, by appearances: 20 seconds of Kirkwoodian music have more brilliant ideas than the entire career of _________ (choose an artist you can't stand). Kurt Kirkwood is the cowboy of punk, lost in the Arizona desert and hallucinating from the scorching sun; Meat Puppets II is country played as if it were hardcore, with an added touch of psychedelia.
My ears can't believe their ears: guitar solos with "wrong" melodies, whistled punk songs, furious fast strumming with more notes than could possibly fit, psychedelic instrumentals performed without effort, heart-wrenching ballads with nonsensical lyrics and other such absurdities, all "supported" by a voice that seems as if it could disintegrate at any moment.
In two words: PURE GENIUS
The music of the Meat Puppets is like an idiotic laugh right in the middle of a funeral ceremony.
'Lake of Fire' is a gem to be held tight. The voice has never been so expressive, the guitars never so incisive in their 'delicate distortions.'