Since I’m not exactly an expert on Eskimo culture, I can’t definitively tell you whether to believe the liner note about how Eskimo recreates its ceremonial music. Having heard this and all past Residents releases, however, I strongly suspect that either the group is pulling our leg or Eskimos would love Lou Reed’s mindless Metal Machine Music. Be that as it may, this lavishly packaged, white-vinyl album proves bizarre and inaccessible even by Residents standards, which means that its whirring effects, wordless chants, and other clamor add up to one of the most incomprehensible experiences in the history of recorded sound. If you can afford the electroshock therapy that Eskimo‘s regular listeners may require, go ahead and check this out.