Half a dozen LPs in, this 22-year Czech band is free of its remarkable founding narrative as a band banned by the former Communist Czechoslovakian regime just for existing. (And you thought the post-Grundy Pistols had trouble playing.) Original members have come and gone. What remains is the fierce commitment to the freedom inherent in Western art-damaged music. Uz embody the absolute unpredictability in Frank Zappa's Mothers of Invention primarily, but also the multi-influence, anti-pop clatter of the Residents, Captain Beefheart, Pere Ubu, 1977 punk, and less indulgent prog. You won't know what they're singing about in Czech, but the limitless hyper-energy and collision of styles piling on each other with remarkable precision, always turns ears. There's Eastern European folk, charged-fast, whacked-out new wave guitar rock, wall-climbing bass, spastic ska horns, rushing pianos or violins, hyper-melodies, constructed chaos, and time breaking everywhere. It's glorious; so liberated, it's aural public nudity on a horse.
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AllMusic Review by Jack Rabid