Jazz rhythms vie with noise. Distortion every now and then. A voice on top. Screaming, singing, mumbling shouting, this is madness. More self indulgent than any prog. rock wankery band Mr. Bungle defies description. Disco Volante for me is Mr. Bungle at their most intense. A harsh difficult listen that never gets easy. This is some mad shit. Carry Stress In The Jaw has a jaw dropping performance from Patton. This is one seriously mad fucker. No real words to describe it. You either love Mr. Bungle or you hate it. No sitting on the fence with this one.
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