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Not much to choose between [Burnt Weenie Sandwich] and Uncle Meat: both are strange, fragmented, wonderful albums. The opening and closing tunes are pretty much throwaways, though perhaps they serve as frames, a way of saying, "This, oddly enough, is where all our freaky music begins." WPLJ and Valarie are black '50s rock epitomized—not very good, but fun. (p. 22)
It may well be that in the year 2000 (we should live so long), the Mothers' music will be considered the highest level of music attained during the present period. This album, despite a few fleetingly dull or repetitive passages, makes a good case for that view. (p. 23)
Alan Heineman, "Record Reviews: 'Burnt Weenie Sandwich'," in down beat (copyright 1970; reprinted with permission of down beat), Vol. 37, No. 12, June 25, 1970, pp. 22-3.
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