From one of the weirdest, most endearing, and at times most disturbing albums in my library, King Of Carrot Flowers is not a tale of vegetable royalty, but of childhood angst and discovery. This, the opening track of the album, sets the stage for a frantic and wild ride through Jeff Mangum's fevered mind. As the folks at AMG wrote, this album is either the work of a genius or of a crackpot. I'd definitely recommend checking it out.
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