And seeing as how I’m already here, I may as well indulge in a little hot me-on-me action in front of the mirror throwing around the heavy iron before all the New Years Resolutioner’s show up.  I wasn’t going to do this workout with the weights until tomorrow night but, again, Mother Nature can be a real bitch sometimes…hence I’m here to run on a treadmill tonight instead.  That being done, my He-man listening pleasure now is the ‘Hot Rats‘  album by Frank Zappa.


Aside from the experimental side project ‘Lumpy Gravy‘, this album was the first album Zappa recorded as a solo artist sans the Mothers, though he continued to employ previous musical collaborators, most notably multi-instrumentalist Ian Underwood. Other than another side project – the doo wop tribute ‘Cruising With Ruben and the Jets‘ – ‘Hot Rats‘  was also the first time Zappa focused his efforts in one general area, namely jazz-rock.

The result is a classic of the genre.

My Bible (Mojo, August 1995) ranks it at #98 of the “100 Greatest Albums Ever Made”.

Hot Rats‘ genius lies in the way it fuses the compositional sophistication of jazz with rock’s down-and-dirty attitude – there’s a real looseness and grit to the three lengthy jams, and a surprising, wry elegance to the three shorter, tightly arranged numbers (particularly the sumptuous ‘Peaches en Regalia‘). Perhaps the biggest revelation isn’t the straightforward presentation, or the intricately shifting instrumental voices in Zappa’s arrangements – it’s his own virtuosity on the electric guitar, recorded during extended improvisational workouts for the first time here. His wonderfully scuzzy, distorted tone is an especially good fit on ‘Willie the Pimp‘, with its greasy blues riffs and guest vocalist Captain Beefheart‘s Howlin’ Wolf theatrics.

Elsewhere, his skill as a melodist was in full flower, whether dominating an entire piece or providing a memorable theme as a jumping-off point. In addition to Underwood, the backing band featured contributions from Jean-Luc Ponty, Lowell George, and Don “Sugarcane” Harris, among others; still, Zappa is unquestionably the star of the show. ‘Hot Rats‘ still sizzles; few albums originating on the rock side of jazz-rock fusion flowed so freely between both sides of the equation, or achieved such unwavering excitement and energy.

We need this album in our record collection!

(Edited:  01/01/18)

HRH  scored again and this awesome album has now been upgraded in our collection to vinyl and we are listening to it again as “Part 3” of our New Years listens this afternoon as we cuddle over turkey sandwiches and grandma’s leftover Nanaimo bars.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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