The one hundred thirty-fifth album: #135 The Mothers of Invention - We're Only In It For The Money
While I wasn't keen on the start of the Mothers of Invention's first album, the third album starts off better. It starts off weirdly - an ASMR-like section first that leads into some decent rock. We Don't Need the Peace Corps sends up hippies and their uninformed beliefs with a rant that feels semi-improvised. It goes on a lot like that - while this is psychedlic rock, it feels like it critiques a lot of those who would be into that music. It's mostly about caring about it - parodying shallow followers who mostly just say the words.
It's a critique that doesn't strike hard because of the distance we have from it. Musically then it sounds weird and experimental, modern (post modern even, in the sense that it examines and critiques the music) and sometimes questionable, but there's something undeniable interesting about the music they makewhen it tries to be good, it's good, but sometimes it just doesn't want to be. Almost like the rebelling, questioning teenager they seem to try to be.