BEHOLD! Mr. Bungle's second album, circa 1995 Anno Domini, Disco Volante. You should fear this album, you should love this album and you should force this album on the unsuspecting public whenever the opportunity arises. The most experimental of Mr. Bungle's three albums, that is saying something folks, it explodes with an array of sounds and seemingly random expressions. Rock, disco, scat,circus, jazz, avante-garde,sci-fi, death metal, cartoon, industrial, doo-wop, horror, techno and I can't even remember what else... just fill in the blank with whatever style you want, you'll probably be right. The album twists and turns with violent disregard and while there are some accessible moments, they are just that: moments. Try to hold on to them, but all effort will be for naught. If you are willing to be absorbed by this album, it absorbs you- not the other way around, then you will find yourself on an acid trip voyage through the realm of the absurd, demented and obscene. "Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz" sounds like a declaration of the cartoon apocalypse. You know, when the cartoons rise against us and crawl out of our televisions and murder us all. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, my words are useless when trying to describe something so foreign, so fanciful and so God damn brilliant.
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