- Are You Hung Up?
- Who Needs the Peace Corps?
- Concentration Moon
- Mom & Dad
- Telephone Conversation
- Bow Tie Daddy
- Harry, You're a Beast
- What's the Ugliest Part of Your Body?
- Absolutely Free
- Flower Punk
- Hot Poop
- Nasal Retentive Calliope Music
- Let's Make the Water Turn Black
- The Idiot Bastard Son
- Lonely Little Girl
- Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance
- What's the Ugliest Part of Your Body? (Reprise)
- Mother People
- The Chrome Plated Megaphone of Destiny
We're Only in It for the Moneyby The Mothers of Invention
From the beginning, Frank Zappa cultivated a role as voice of the freaks -- imaginative outsiders who didn't fit comfortably into any group. We're Only in It for the Money is the ultimate expression of that sensibility, a satirical masterpiece that simultaneously skewered the hippies and the straights as prisoners of the same narrow-minded, superficial phoniness. Zappa's barbs were vicious and perceptive, and not just humorously so: his seemingly paranoid vision of authoritarian violence against the counterculture was borne out two years later by the Kent State killings. Like Freak Out, We're Only in It for the Money essentially devotes its first half to satire, and its second half to presenting alternatives. Despite some specific references, the first-half suite is still wickedly funny, since its targets remain immediately recognizable. The second half shows where his sympathies lie, with character sketches of Zappa's real-life freak acquaintances, a carefree utopia in "Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance," and the strident, unironic protest "Mother People." Regardless of how dark the subject matter, there's a pervasively surreal, whimsical flavor to the music, sort of like Sgt. Pepper as a creepy nightmare. Some of the instruments and most of the vocals have been manipulated to produce odd textures and cartoonish voices; most songs are abbreviated, segue into others through edited snippets of music and dialogue, or are broken into fragments by more snippets, consistently interrupting the album's continuity. Compositionally, though, the music reveals itself as exceptionally strong, and Zappa's politics and satirical instinct have rarely been so focused and relevant, making We're Only in It for the Money quite probably his greatest achievement. [Rykodisc's 1987 reissue restored passages censored on the LP, but included re-recorded rhythm tracks and sounded quite different. Their 1995 re-reissue contained both the original music and content edits.]
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- Zappa Records
Performance CreditsMothers of Invention Primary Artist
Jimmy Carl Black Trumpet,Drums,Vocals
Roy Estrada Electric Bass,Vocals
Frank Zappa Conductor
Bunk Gardner Woodwind
Billy Mundi Drums,Vocals
Ian Underwood Piano,Woodwind
Euclid James Sherwood Baritone Saxophone,Soprano Saxophone
Technical CreditsFrank Zappa Arranger,Composer,Producer,Orchestration,Concept,Execution
Dick Kunc Engineer,Remixing
Cal Schenkel Artwork
Tom Wilson Executive Producer
Gary Kellgren Engineer
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Zappa's songs are intelligent and often hilarious. Some of my favorites are ''Who Needs the Peace Corps?'', ''Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance'', and ''Mother People''.
Funny in the sense that it's such a culture-bearing piece of work, and you don't realize it until you THINK about it; and once you do THAT, then you have been plooked by the master himself. Frank's music is wonderful and refreshing. He makes you think.
One of the funniest and most scathing albums ever made, this is perhaps the finest of Frank Zappa¿s early albums. A parody of The Beatles¿ Sgt. Pepper (the cover art alone is a hoot), the album offers sour, mocking observations of the whole flower-power phenomenon, eerie whispering and other sound bites, and powerfully intelligent (and often hilarious) songs including ¿Concentration Moon,¿ ¿Mom & Dad,¿ ¿Let¿s Make the Water Turn Black¿ and ¿Absolutely Free.¿
Favorite tracks: "The Idiot B*sta*d Son" "Let's Make The Water Turn Black" "Absolutely Free" Least favorite: "The Chrome Plated Megaphone Of Destiny"
The album that dares to ask, "What's the ugliest part of your body?" (I think its your mind)