Retro Reviews: The Mothers Of Invention: Freak Out!

      I decided to launch a new series to imagine myself as a critic at the end of the 60s and start of the 70s, and to rectify certain reviews from Rolling Stone magazine and Creem. This not meant to be contrarian, but to offer a more balanced perspective. All the albums reviewed are indeed classic albums. 

The Mothers of Invention – Freak Out! (1966)

***1/4

Producer: Tom Wilson

Musicians: Frank Zappa, Jimmy Carl Black, Ray Collins, Roy Estrada, Elliot Ingber, with Gene Estes, Eugene Di Novi, Neil LeVang, John Rotella, Carol Kaye and other session orchestras

Songs and music: Hungry Freaks Daddy, I Ain’t Got No Heart, Who Are The Brain Police?, Go Cry on Somebody Else’s Shoulder, Motherly Love, How Could I Be Such A Fool, Wowie Zowie, You Didn’t Try To Call Me, Any Way The Wind Blows, I’m Not Satisfied, You’re Probably Wondering why I’m Here, Trouble Every Day, Help, I’m A Rock (i. Okay To Tap Dance, ii In Memoriam Edgar Varese, iii It Can’t Happen Here), The Return of the Son Of Monster Magnet (Unfinished Ballet in Two Tableaux – i. Ritual Dance of The Child-Killer, ii Nullis Pretii (No Commercial Potential) )

Reviewed By Matthew Anthony Allair

    The Mother’s of invention is a new band that is headed by Frank Zappa, they represent the new self-described freak culture of Southern California. What is so audacious about this is that it is a double album, and outside orchestral session players were brought in to augment the core band. This is a hybrid of bizarre material and very pointed satire, so it won’t be for everyone. The fact that the band was signed by Verve, a label known for it’s jazz releases is revealing, it’s interesting producer Tom Wilson was brought in for quality control, as this will push the bounds of what is considered ‘pop’ or ‘rock’ The styles jump all over the place, from doo wop, psychedelic blues, free form jazz, and experimental orchestral work. I thought The Beatles were being experimental, but this takes things in a less formal direction. The fact that they were given the freedom to do this is impressive. Nevertheless, it may be polarizing for a certain subset of the culture.

    It’s opener “Hungry Freaks, Daddy” is a rhythm and blues flavored number with a psychedelic bent, but its lyrics are very pointed and the use of vibes hint at something very different. The fact that the singing is off key is beside the point, it an ugly feeling and it feels intentional in the context of the number. “I Ain’t Got No Heart” is a more musical number as far as the vocal and horn ensemble, it comments about a woman who may be too square for this man who narrates. “Who Are The Brain Police?” is a tuneful enough number with a barrage of fuzz guitar within its hint of a pop sheen. “Go Cry On Somebody Else’s Shoulder” is the first true satire of 50s Doo Wop teenage angst, but that character’s self-loathing and guilt shaming hints he isn’t really the hero to cheer for. “Motherly Love” almost feels like a satire of the burgeoning California psychedelic scene, if also hints at just how young the female groupie scene is and questions it. “How Could I Be Such A Fool” is another 50s satire with a horn section, yet it suggests the male character brought it on themselves.

    “Wowie Zowie” which opens side two is another psychedelic blues pop with a good dose of xylophone. “You Didn’t Try To Call Me” leans into a pop number with orchestra that leans into a movie score. Another satire where the main character has a desperate undercurrent. “Any Way The Wind Blows” is a guilt-based manipulation with some good electric 12 string work, much of this isn’t to be taken very seriously. Black and Collins seem to be the best vocalists. “I’m Not Satisfied” has another disaffected you, but the horns and flutes edge towards a western movie score. “You’re Probably Wondering Why I’m Here” is another teen, sardonic number with the flavor of Kazoo to lean into the humor. 

    Side three’s “Trouble Every Day” is a very pointed number about the media’s perception on youth culture - “You know people, I’m not black, but there’s a whole lot of times, I wish I could say I’m Not White.”, yes, boys, I can’t say I blame you for feeling that way. But the album takes a very strange turn with “Help, I’m A Rock” featuring “Okay To Tap Dance”, part two “In Memoriam, Edgar Varese” and “It Can’t Happen Here.” opening with an odd guitar figure, the groove settles into a random chant, morphing into the “Varese” section. This is probably some of the most avantgarde material for a pop. The chant “It Can’t Happen Here” seems to mock the paranoia about the freak culture in middle America, before shifting into some free form jazz, it all feels like a challenging taunt. 

    Side four’s “The Return of the son of Monster Magnet” has the taunt of Suzy Creamcheese, before a swing pop groove, with a strange pulse of plucked piano, and strange electronic sounds, the next chant shifts gears into other strange territory, it all starts to sound like a parody of some B movie. It even seems to morph into loops, backwards tracks, and speeded up audio, “America’s wonderful!” it declares and any aware person can sense the irony. 

    I can’t say the double album completely works, there’s a few songs that are thematically repetitive on the first two sides, and the audacity of side three and four won’t be for everyone. It is meant to provoke, to act as a slingshot for the consciousness, and some might not just want to be along for the ride. But this album feels a year or two ahead of everyone else and I have very little doubt that other musicians will be paying attention to what the Mothers have to offer. It’s a fascinating little ride as far as a sonic rollercoaster. Certainly, worth it if you are looking for something a little different.