Captain Beefheart "Trout Mask Replica" [1969]

Congratulations if you were seeking the most unlistenable record of all time. This is what people play at their parties when they want everybody to leave -- fast! Crazy people tripping on acid run away from this album because it's too over the top. If the calendar wasn't getting ready to end the 60s anyway, "Trout Mask Replica" would have killed it dead in its tracks; Captain Beefheart is to popular music what Charlie Manson is to humanity -- a twisted freak of demonic impulse and bitter dickheadedness. Produced by musical pervert Frank Zappa, "Trout Mask Replica" helps undermine the progressive Left with this aural assault that should rightly be registered as an air pollutant. Screechy saxophones, drum sets falling down stairs (and drummers, too) and the Captain recording the sound of a woman's pubic hair, nothing can compete with the awfulness of the man's voice, which puts one in the mindset of the Three Dog Night guy getting tortured within an inch of his life. No one should be so bored as to attempt getting their kicks from this recording; go watch a snuff film instead or something.