...twentieth century composition as seen thru freak eyes livin above hollywood observin th' madness o' midsixoh paranoid consoom'rism 'n slavish devotion to th' status quo, be it squaresville drones 'r up2th'minit kount'rkultral hippees...has been referred to as a ballet, but such snobbish chat is for th' hyperreal johnnycomelate citizen 'n not th' more street level heads...its a hep 'n hotcha slice o' jet age slipstream collage o' cinema verite with zonked freex/lowriderbluecollargreasers (scripted 'n fake as fits th' hollywood settin), california music references (surfin for th' old folks/r'n'b spillage), dice'n slice cartoon flik soundtrk instro 'n anythin that might challenge preconcepted ideas 'n life...a soundtrk for times that were changin too fast 'r too slow dependin what side o' th' minddivide 'r generation gap a cat chose to stand...as noted, listen to side one first 'n turn up that teenage record player...