It’s 1966. Psychedelia is in the air and just beginning to infect popular culture. LSD is still legal. Nehru jackets rule.
Judging the album by the cover, the first Mothers of Invention record is right in tune with the chemically charged zeitgeist. "Freak Out!” the cover screamed, atop a solarized and colorized picture of the band, which looks suitably hairy and dazed.
On the back cover, Suzy Creamcheese, a band muse of some sort, warns listeners that "these Mothers is crazy. … One guy wears beads and they all smell bad.” Hello, Frank Zappa.
