Taught by the legend otherwise known as Joe Satriani, it's clear right from the get-go as to what Steve Vai is trying to accomplish here. First and foremost, Flex-Able Leftovers isn't some instrumental rock album waiting to become hailed as a classic anytime in the distant future; secondly, if you can't take Vai's intricate skills as a guitarist, eat his stool. Quite a lot of the material on this album is about as frantic as a woodpecker going on a road trip to an intergalactic dimension where the only available life sources are injected heroin and gilded Frank Zappa statuettes. Of course, none of it is really bad per se - very much the complete opposite.
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