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I like it. I always think it sounds like it was conceived mid-way through some really strange party filled with beat poets and assorted undescribables, picking up instruments or reciting poetry at just the point in the night where things began to get really random. I especially love the way, on Neon Meate Dreams of a Octafish, it sounds like DVV has just stood up with a scrap of paper and decided to read off what he wrote down moments before, as though it's the most important thing you'll ever hear.
As an aside, I've always found Rob's dislike of this album odd when considering how big a fan of the Buttholes he is.
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