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Let's get straight to the point: Primus have been, since their very distant beginnings, the number one in Music for me (something already widely mentioned on Debaser with another nickname... And I'll stop here, hoping to have sparked and touched the curiosity of many users).
This album is a bootleg, packaged for the tour promoting the first studio recorded album: that "Frizzle Fry," a genuine cornerstone of a twisted and tangled sound, which over the following years became an essential hallmark of the band. The sound quality, a rarity in these cases precisely because we are talking about a bootleg, is decidedly good: the voice with that irreverent tone and Les's bass safely guide Larry's six-string instrumental wanderings. Not to mention Tim's quirky and syncopated drumming, capable of effortlessly handling any timing.
It's only fair to spend a few words on the absurd cover, with the three youngsters reduced to puppets inside a filthy pot and set to boil in an even filthier liquid; and here the reference to the debut cover image of the San Francisco trio is quite eloquent (compare people, compare!!).
The honor of opening the album goes to the volcanic "The Toys Go Winding Down," which moves with a slow and lethargic pace, immediately giving way to a deadly duo: "Frizzle Fry" and "John The Fisherman." Metal, distorted psychedelia, funky, infinite jazz openings: with that proverbial "scazzo" and sarcasm that will never leave Primus throughout their career. A total Crossover, blending esteemed names like George Clinton, Zappa, Minutemen, Rush etc...etc... (and at this point, five good minutes of reverent silence are more necessary than ever, at least I think so).
The entire live performance develops in the same way, with endless and grotesque instrumental passages where improvisation reigns supreme; arriving amid healthy and hearty laughter at the best track of the work. That "Tommy The Cat," where once again Les's overwhelming bass reigns supreme: in a finale that suddenly mimics Metallica's "Master Of Puppets," with the main guitar riff uncontrollably picked up by Mr. Claypool's bass!!: MONSTROUS.
Not an essential work but an interesting complement to understand the roots of a unique and unrepeatable band (as far as I'm concerned, the highest rating is inevitable, given how I opened the review)...TOO MANY PUPPIES...
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