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Binding: Audio CD
EAN: 0014431051920
Label: Rykodisc
Manufacturer: Rykodisc
Number Of Discs: 1
Publisher: Rykodisc
Release Date: April 01, 2002
Studio: Rykodisc
Sales Rank: 47199
MPN: 310519
Disc 1:- Don't Eat The Yellow Snow
- Nanook Rubs It
- St Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
- Father O'Blivion
- Cosmik Debris
- Excentrifugal Forz
- Apostrophe
- Uncle Remus
- Stinkfoot
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Editorial Review:
: Thanks to the surprise radio airplay of "Don't Eat that Yellow Snow", Apostrophe (') introduced a whole new audience to the music of Frank Zappa in the early 1970s. Like its companion set, Over-Nite Sensation, this album found Zappa producing highly polished jazz-rock, mixing tales of absurd characters with musical showmanship and snarling guitar work. The first half of the album is a sort of mini-concept album, relating the adventures of an Eskimo named Nanook, and the second half features such Zappa classics as "Cosmik Debris" and "Stink-Foot". --Andrew Boscardin
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"Apostrophe," in its own words, "is an album of songs and stories set to music performed for your dining and dancing pleasure." The first four songs are about an Eskimo that almost makes sense, which makes this something of an actual concept album, at least for the first "side" of the record. What I remember is that "Don't Eat the Yellow Snow" was my first exposure to the musical stylings of Frank Zappa (my roommate did the "listen to this" bit with me). The best guitar solos are on "Cosmik Debris," "Stink-Foot," and the title cut. The lyrics are perhaps a dark shade of Zappa than you usually find, but it was 1974 and that could explain it right there since you should look for deep, hidden meanings in the songs of Frank Zappa, but just not in ... Read More:
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I now possess something like 15 Zappa albums, and this, though not the "best" I have heard (in terms of desert island status) is probably the best place for new "users" of Zappa to start (believe me, he does become addictive) An engaging blend of story - telling lyrics, restrained to the point you can almost get away with listening in mixed company ( if the urinary habits of husky dogs don't offend your audience)- just cough politely when FZ starts descibing the sexual preferences of Father Vivian O'Blivion. Musically one of the most listenable albums he's done - almost leaning towards the dreaded mainstream, but retaining enough individuality to make it Zappa. The title track is a fuzzy - bassed jam with Jack Bruce, so may appeal to Cream completeists
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