OUR FINEST FLOWERS Liner Notes
What's a group to do when it's twentieth birthday rolls
around; when the only comparable lasting musical units are
the Grateful Dead or The Rolling Stones, and they both have
had members die, for christsake.
Some people thought a nice
collection of "greatest hits" would be a suitable
observance. So The Residents tried to write down their
"greatest hits" until suddenly one of the guys got a
stomach ache and threw up on the song listing. The guy that
made the mess had to wash the list off and in the process
pretty well smeared the ink all around the paper. Everybody
thought it was funny so they started reading the words, or
at least what the words looked like. "Perfect Goat," one
said. "I think we should put that on our album"
They knew the vomit was no accident, it was an omen. They
tore the paper into little pieces and dropped them onto the
floor. It was still wet. Some of the pieces you couldn't
read anymore, but they didn't seem to care.
Somehow, ideas
came from those torn slips. And sure enough, "Perfect Goat"
did make it on the album, along with fifteen other tracks
that Dr. Frankenstein would have surely been proud to have
stitched together.
Yes, these are new songs. Just like all
good pop music, there is something familiar about them,
something friendly. But as you listen, never foreget that
vomit is at their core: twenty long years of painful
regurgitation.