Fuck yeah. How good is/was John Sheehan. Never mind the ringed dancers, listen to the cunt play.
Right, where were we? Beefheart. Not everything, clearly. Plenty of bunk. I can empathise with the too weird for the sake of it position and where it comes from = overload. Pretentious? BH and the Magic Band come at you with heart. They were never going to sustain peaks. First heard through the radio, followed by blagged copies of tapes.
What i tried to do is what you'd all do with tape initially- make compilations that are the bedrock of mix-tapes. A Walkman helped for kicking your heels , as most gadget formats invariably do. Music manifested among a blizzard of hash. At times certain songs remind me of Oi!, the way you could/can get a bop on to them. They can groove, except never really perceived as a dance band. In the dark of night, however, when everything can get a bit crooked man in a crooked house making deals with the moon, press play.
Chronology, just no Trout Mask Replica. It's like watersports - you have a go and ultimately it finds a niche fanbase elsewhere. Not judging piss fans, you do your thing, get wet and gargle or whatever the protocols are. Safe as Milk is solid, even has a theremin tucked away in some songs.
Strictly Personal has much more focused highs. Feel they got off the leash and away from a 60's sound, pers preferences
and if you're that way inclined and really want to get right on one matey, this extended piece of the same song later on is the tits
need a bit of bass and volume
Look at all these white people trying to dance like vultures. The mic's a bit low at the start but it picks up. The lp version doesn't quite have the chutzpah, still a beast when they open up the valve
If you ain't feeling this one, you're dead inside