Mother earth is pregnant for the fourth time, knocked up by all the collective hate, torpor, and angst. The labor has been difficult and heavy. This will be the devil spawn that will open its mouth and sing the song that ends the world. Praise the end of the world.
Only after going back to this writeup did I put together that this was a "seminal" or "important" album. History has a way of missing you if you're not around at the right time to catch it. This is nice in a way, not having to contend with the blanket of pre-opinions, and listen to the thing fresh.
The album's quite good, but perhaps not great. The opening track is fun once, and then sometimes fun again when all that guitar-ing really hits, but usually it's just too much, man. The deeper tracks is where they pull out all their flairs. Sometimes the weirdness is really neat, and sometimes it's really weird, like that strange bell/chime in "Back in our Minds" which I've come around on for each listen.
When this album is really rolling and funking out, like with "Can You Get to That" (which I *have* heard on TV or movies or something), "Super Stupid," and the irreverent "Hit It and Quit It," it's really rolling and funking out. If you were to remove the ten minute tracks sandwiching this album, it would be a fifteen-minute EP. That's probably the right amount of funk to really hit you hard, but whatever sociopolitical poetry Funkdalic wants to weave in—let them have it I say, why not, if it really annoys me, I can skip track 1. Fun album.
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