Let Me Be a Woman

The notoriously confrontational San Francisco quartet delivered a deeply terrifying, completely unhinged deconstruction of blues, noise-rock, and avant-garde jazz. Eugene Robinson's violently erratic, deeply disturbing vocal performances—ranging from agonizing shrieks to menacing whispers—anchor the incredibly chaotic, heavily improvised guitar and rhythm sections. It remains a legendary, highly polarizing artifact of pure musical extremity and uncompromising underground performance art.