Beefheart's final record, and at this point he just sounds over it ("81 Poop Hatch," an a capella recitation in which he sounds like he can't wait to get out of the vocal booth). Indeed, he hardly sings here; most of these compositions are choppy, jangling musical sections with Beefheart merely narrating on top. Perhaps this is due to his embodying the melancholic lyrical vibe-- supposedly this is a record, at least partially, about mankind destroying the environment (if so, that illuminates the record title). Whatever the reason, it results in a decidedly less engaging work than his best. The lyrics are still great, though, and sections of the music ("Semi-Multicoloured Caucasian," "The Thousandth and Tenth Day of the Human Totem Pole," the instrumental "Evening Bell") are excellent.