This is not exactly answering the question asked, but I loved the album What It Is to Burn by Finch. If you could wear out CDs by playing them, I would have worn that one out. I bought their second album as soon as it came out without ever hearing a single song. I assumed I would love every song on the second album the same as the first. They had completely changed their style. It was maybe not awful, but it definitely wasn't my style. I literally ended up using it under the leg of a wobbly table.
Hell, I've got 12 Pink Floyd albums archived, but I don't have that one. Honestly I don't think I've even heard of it before.
My favorite Pink Floyd album is The Division Bell. Strangely enough, not long after that became my favorite album, I actually found a pristine copy of it on CD in the ditch on a bicycle ride. No case, just the CD, but very luckily no scratches either.
You better bet your ass I ripped that album that evening, to raw uncompressed WAV audio. And yes, I stuck it somewhere on the Internet Archive..
...like clockwork (the previous album) is top 3 for me and may be my all time favorite at any given moment. But the follow-up was just not what I was looking for.
Yeah, I really like Polygondwanaland and Flying Microtonal Banana. The rest, save for one other album (don't recall which one) I just can't get into. They have cranked out so many albums exploring, but not mastering, so many genres that it's not surprising to be underwater on the K/D ratio.
I actually haven’t listened to any other Zappa albums, but probably will at some point.
I love the titular track, so I was excited to listen to the whole thing, but I think I found it 30 years too late. I get he was trying to go Reefer Madness style with his Central Scrutinizer telling a parable of how rock music leads to self-destruction, but the jokes just fell flat for me.
Obviously the nice girl who ended up having to do wet t-shirt contests to get home, the gay prison sex, the robot sex, saying Africans don’t have record players, etc. were all supposed to be absurd, but it’s very 70s humor that nowadays feels more denigrating than biting satire. I also didn’t really get him corpsing in the voiceovers: I’m guessing it was supposed to be a reminder not to take the story seriously, but I personally found it distracting.
I did find it cool that he mixed solos from his live shows into his songs, but it wasn’t enough to save it for me. It’s like when you go back and watch older movies or tv shows, and suddenly something just blatantly racist or sexist just pops up and immediately dates it way more than the technical aspects do.
In short, it feels like Zappa is trying way too hard to be edgy, and it sucked the life out of the album for me. The opening song still slaps, though.