I'd like to tell you that my sonic interests were birthed in listening to the tunes of Reed and Bowie (they came later, don't worry). But I can't lie. The first CDs that broke my bank (piggy totally smashed) were Jock Jamz
, ZZ Top's Greatest Hits
, and of course, 'Weird Al' Yankovic's Bad Hair Day
. Al's cornrowed head dizzily spun in my Walkman, as I sang along, undoubtedly ruining "Forest Gump" for my parents, during months of car rides. And though I've grown to consume more aesthetically intricate music, I remain a closeted Yanko-holic.
While my friends and colleagues anticipated Bon Iver's latest sonic tickle, I revisited the complete, 'Weird' catalogue. Prepping for the release of Alpocalypse
, my ear buds echoed the dial tones of "Phony Calls" and the moans "Toothless People". Five years since his last studio release, Straight Outta Lynwood
, it was about damn time that he released a full-length. Maybe that's precisely why Al fans are so faithful. Although whacky in all respects, he has routinely prescribed relieving ridiculousness for nearly 30 years.