CD Details
- Released: July 31, 2012
- Label: Zappa
Entertainment Reviews:
Rolling Stone - 10/1/70, p.42
"...This random collection...finds the group peerless in the field of amalgamating satire, musical adventuresomeness, and flash..."
Entertainment Weekly - 12/17/93, p.36
"...the original Mothers' last gasp, WEASELS contains some of Zappa's looniest work in a free jazz vein..."
Q - 8/95, pp.150-151
5 Stars - Indispensable - "...as diverse and dynamic as any Mothers' album. Not a dull moment..."
Goldmine
Highly Recommended
Tracks:
- 1.Didja Get Any Onya? [Live]
- 2.Directly From My Heart To You
- 3.Prelude To the Afternoon of a Sexually Aroused Gas Mask
- 4.Toads of the Short Forest
- 5.Get a Little
- 6.The Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue
- 7.Dwarf Nebula Processional March & Dwarf Nebula
- 8.My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
- 9.Oh No
- 10.The Orange County Lumber Truck
- 11.Weasles Ripped My Flesh
Product Description:
Personnel: Frank Zappa (guitar); Don "Sugarcane" Harris (electric violin); Ian Underwood (alto saxophone); Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone); Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone); Buzz Gardner (trumpet, flugelhorn); Don Preston (piano, organ); Art Tripp, Jimmy Carl Black (drums).
Photographer: John Williams .
After getting over the colorful, disconcerting Neon Parks album cover illustration on WEASELS RIPPED MY FLESH, the listener is faced with following the whiplash-inducing, genre-jumping gymnastics inside. A mix of live tracks with studio cuts made with the original Mothers of Invention, WEASELS RIPPED MY FLESH is one of Frank Zappa's most eclectic, varied, and experimental early releases.
From the perplexing Germanic interlude of the opener, "Didja Get Any Onya?" to the complex xylophone changes of "The Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue," Zappa combines avant garde music, jazz, R&B, novelty elements, and plenty of flippant rock attitude. Interestingly, there are some straight-up rock tracks too, such as the interpretation of Little Richard's "Directly From My Heart To You," and the guitar-led attack of "My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama," balancing highbrow conceptualism with unpretentious directness in Zappa's inimitable fashion.
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