There can’t be much music as brain-cleaning as early Boredoms. Their explosion of jazz-punk completely dismantled any oppositions between intention and randomness, chaos and control, foolishness and overwhelming profundity. And this album was where it really crystallised. Taking every lesson from Yamatsuka Eye’s turn of the decade work with John Zorn (who would co produce its follow-up Wow2), it explodes in more dimensions than the mind can comfortably comprehend. Screams that articulate terror and absolute joy at the same time ricochet off walls of noise and tessellations of free jazz rhythm. It’s primitive and advanced, it’s high art and a dumb joke, and crucially, no matter how many times you’ve heard it you’ll never second guess it so the only choice is to run away or just go with it.