As with Flipper's classic trainwreck "Generic Flipper", "Meat Puppets" elicits a type of knee-jerk reaction along the lines of "What the hell were these guys thinking?!". After a few listens, however, the album reveals a level of depth, creativity, and humor that few of the Puppet's contemporaries could ever dream of approaching.
This isn't the militant, humorless, paint-by-numbers hardcore being churned out by the majority of bands at this time. Rather, it's a hallucinogenic blur of blazing drum beats, brilliantly sloppy guitars, and manic, unintelligible vocals.
If "Meat Puppets" had been recorded during his lifetime, it probably would have been Salvidor Dali's favorite record.