eMusic Review
Every record that I love seems to create its own private world, with its own language and logic. At its best, the song-poem — basically a hustle in which the mark pays to have his words put to music with the so-vague-it's-not-illegal promise of riches — combines the naiveté of the lyricist with the punch-drunk cynicism of the anonymous assembly-line studio musicians, and ends up with something you've never heard the likes of before. It could be the weird and beautiful "Little Rug Bug" or "Ecstasy to Frenzy," or it could be the way-way-out "Beat of the Traps" or the various history lessons ("Jimmy Carter Says Yes," "Richard Nixon," "The Moon Men").