Product came A-OK and all that stuff.
Beefheart here makes his last album, and the third album back to the drawing board. But this drawing board is Trout Mask.
The Captain writes stuff far weirder than Doc and Beast, take a look at Hey, Garland, 81 Poop Hatch and The Thousanth Day.
So immediatly, if you like Lick My Decals and Trout Mask, get this.
However, those who prefer the more easy listening (well for the Captain) like his two predecessors, you also will be happy. Cardboard Cutout Sundown is much like Best Patch Yet with it's catchy punk sounding guitars and a formation of two songs. Ink Mathmatics is also a fairly simple rock song. Even more easier, is The Past Sure Is Tense, and the wonderful Witch Doctors Life (Quite like Candle Mambo.)
Of course, we have the well known title track, a great blues-rock song. After that is the great The Host, The Ghost The most Holy-O. This is actually a sing-along song. Not kidding, the chorus is great. As of being older, the Captain rairly uses his voice, sadly. Quite a few are spoken word, and we don't really here him "sing" apart from a bit of Witch Doctor, Ice Cream and maybe The Past. This is a niggle, but not really fair, as even around then, the poor guy had signs of multiple sclerosis.
As with previous albums, we get a few instrumentals. Semi-Multicoloured Gaussian is a sand-stomper like the title track, and Evening Bell is a nice, canny, little song. My possible favourite is the last song (not counting the bonus track, the B Side to Ice Cream, which is basically Hey Garland only an instrumental and even harder to listen to) Skeleton Makes Good. This is a brilliant closer, as to any old listener, the song sounds like a very strange song as usual. Wait around till the 40 second mark, and then be amazed. And slowly, the pots twang away to nothing.
And then we have to say goodbye.