Title: Pleasant, personal inanities make for quite an epic.
Review: Trading his ironic self-indulgence for feigned generosity, Momus has crafted a millenial time capsule with these none-too-flattering portraits. Circumstances aside, the silly yet adept arrangements could probably stand on their own as Air-esque easy listening upgrades, but Momus' garrulous treatises add an infinite and almost too intelligent (charmingly so) slice of humanity. Certainly among the greatest concept albums of all time, the listener will laugh out loud and be horribly offended repeatedly within a single (and almost any) track. This deserves to be among the unappreciated classics of Zappa and Beefheart, and one doesn't get a chance to say that very often. A must for bitter, pessimistic cynics (college students and starving artists).
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