Just the hottest most jumping baddest most thumping surf-punk-rock'n'roll-beat-scuzz album ever ground out - and in 1966, too! (not that the date matters - it could have been recorded yesterday). From before the rulebook was written, so it makes complete sense to have chewed-up organ and distorted banjo accompanying the rabid yelps and outright evil nonsense of The Monk's fevered, evangelic vocals. I heard it was the great lost cult rock'n'roll album - that's such an understatement; it's the greatest rock'n'roll album ever cut, no word of exaggeration.
The twist comes at the end of this cd, where the singles they were forced to make by their record company are included - they were selling zero records, so were told to sound "commercial". Well, they tried their best - it sounds nothing like the racket of the album, but if they aimed at pop it was a complete girl's throw - not even close. How anyone could consider the anodyne dementia of "Cuckoo" likely to appeal to a mass market is beyond me.
If you love rock'n'roll, you must hear this album.