Mr. Bungle - Mr. Bungle

One of the things that I'm most pissed about in life is that I have the case to all my Mr Bungle demos, but the actual tapes are gone forever. So until some kind soul trades me for them, I'll have to be content with the fact that I bought this disc pretty much the day it came out. How can one begin to put into words the insanity that is present here? You can't, but amazingly enough, Mr Bungle is ten times more musical than their next effort. A stunning amalgam of Death Metal, ska, punk, jazz and aural sickness, I guarantee this is like nothing you've ever heard before. Often referred to as Mike Patton's "Side Project", that is completely untrue, Patton being in Mr Bungle when he was plucked from obscurity, and using his new found power to sign his hometown heroes. Each Mr Bungle album is an experience all it's own, and the S/T finds the boys still in their halloween motif, spitting out tales of demented carnivals, aged movie stars, dead family pets and rampant sexual antics with musical abandon, throwing everything into the pot and letting it boil way over. Supposedly this was produced by John Zorn, and I suppose his fingerprints can be found, but I have the feeling he more let them run rampant in the studio. A bit adolescent in the lyric department, the songs mirror life, however, as does the music, although 3 days in the hole with these gus may just put you over the edge. If I have to congratulate anyone here, it's Heifetz, who holds this entire thing together, somehow. I know that there are people who just hate this album, but I, as well as a slew of others, feel that it is one of the greatest albums, ever. <br><br> Bit of trivia, Johnny boy's return to the big screen promted a law suit which found the first track being renamed from Travolta to "". I guess he got popular again, who would have known.