Primus got lumped in with the annoying 'funk metal 'trend simply because of the astounding bass playing of quirky vocalist Les Claypool, but the reality is, Primus were very much an eccentric and unclassifiable three-piece who had more to do with Mr Bungle than the Chili Peppers brigade. 'Frizzle Fry' is at times hard work, a bubbling, freaked out and at times awkward sounding carnival of odds and ends that disjointedly piece together to resemble a patchwork quilt of seedy, vibrant and bouncing songs and tales that sound something akin to a cartoon soundtrack.
The band themselves are like asylum escapees leering from behind their instruments, twiddling away like sinister clowns awaiting to pounce whilst the music is a twisted concoction of hillbilly jazz, country fusion and circus groove, weaved together by the bass playing exploits of chief story teller Claypool.
Primus were good enough to escape from the novelty bracket of the time and forge an interesting career, but whether you can digest more than a few hours of such epileptic oddness is another thing.
Some humorous ditties on offer, and certainly a handful of lurking journeys into the dark heart of America, but for me too much of this caused a rash.
7/10
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