Erratic, mad and completely nonsensical to any mind that expects anything resembling a linear album. There are some funky moments of sanity in amongst this mess, but it’s largely a kaleidoscope of indifference.
Conventional is not what Marmaduke Duke is after. But then neither is coherence. A joyful experience in funky insanity. They’d either make a fabulous funky punk act or one of the world’s greatest jazz bands if they decided to do anything normal in the world of music.