Mr Bungle is an album that _really_ is like no other. Heres a brief attempt at translating the music into words. Imagine entering a dark alley on your journey home one night only to be accosted by two homicidal clowns with accordions singing Billy Idol's entire back catalogue, and rhythmically sharpening their knives. You turn to flee, only to be transported to the kind of carnival that only exists in your nightmares, in which a group of schizophrenic and dangerous eggs tie you to a carousel and demand you name all your childhood pets in order of their demise, giving time place and cause of death. Upon your inevitable failure, all your pornographic fantasies simultaneously come true, causing all the problems that might imply. And so on.
More a kind of twisted musical expeiment than an album, Mr Bungle seem to wish to cause their listeners as much trouble as possible. They certainly dont compromise here, as they run through every style and genre imgainble, and tread themes other band wouldnt touch in their dreams.
This album cries out to be bought if you like a musical challenge. Its dangerous in there though, so bring patience, impartiality, cunning and plenty of balloons.
I hope you enjoy this incredible record.