At the time, mid-'60s, there was a lot of stuff coming out that was, let's say, 'unusual', different culturally from 'South Pacific' or Frank Sinatra. 'Freak Out' was amongst these gems, and the rot set in immediately. It's all good, in its own way, each with its own idiom, and of its own time. From the exuberant cross-dressing stage shows to the philharmonic opus, the slathering guitar-fests and discordant horn stabs, percussion solos and Duke's 'singing'... there's a universe full of unimaginable talent stirred into a tasty soup, each day a different 'flavour of the day'. I listen to the later offerings with open ears, and play again (and again, and again...) the early stuff, hearing new things at every session. Unbeatable value for money, that bloke (and his team(s)...). I'll admit that it took me quite a while before giving 200 Motels a listen-to, entire, in one sitting. Too much soup can cause indigestion if ingested too quickly (or if it's too hot...).