genuinely one of my favorite albums of all time. it's very strange, it's very fragmented, sometimes it's a little rough to listen to. but todd rundgren has a knack for a melody and, here, is unabashedly himself. goofy, awkward, and on a lot of drugs. a lot of times it feels kind of zappa-ish, but to me this album is a lot more "poppy" than zappa usually is. the production can be a bit insane, but also extremely ahead of its time. there's nothing else that really sounds like this album. don't let studio fuckery like 'dog fight giggle' become your lasting memory of this album. 'when the shit hits the fan/sunset boulevard' 'zen archer' and 'just one victory' are all what this album can be and should be remembered for.