This is an album that stands for itself. I cannot imagine the face of music without it, true, but then music still is a very ugly place to go to without Frank Zappa.
The snarling distorted guitars; the parody-close-to-pastiche of Any Way the Wind Blows and You Didn't Try to Call Me; the social commentary of Trouble Every Day; the dada of Help I'm a Rock; the liner notes; the lyrics (oh! the lyrics!).
Amazing, if anything, because it prefigures everything Zappa went on to do, that is to say, stayed true to. It is one of those immense ironies of art that this is his debut record (a debut on the scale of Iris Murdoch's 'Under the Net').