Half a century ago, I was a big fan of Zappa - well, the Mothers, really. I saw their first UK show at the RAH in the late 60s. But when he ditched the band, I got a bit less interested, and dropped him, so I never heard this before that I remember. I kept finding myself distracted by odd details in the video - that shirt, the size of his nose, the complete absence of a jawline. I didn't mind the guitar at all, it was very reminiscent of a lot of things I listened too in the late sixties and early Seventies, even if it signified as much as sound and fury usually does.
A, though, was an extraordinary thing, and the sheer bludgeoning persistence of its industrial gothery, at first alienating, eventually won me over - not that I was expecting anything particularly cheerful with a title like death on an industrial scale.