Adam Boult: In which our hero becomes the first person in history to listen to Frank Zappa in an effort to enhance his sexual attractiveness. . .Looking through my CD collection one afternoon in the mid-90s, it occurred to me that my music tastes were in need of a shake-up. As a 16-year-old with delusions of musical connoisseurship, my shelf of NME-approved indie suddenly looked a bit embarrassing. "I'm off to university next year," I thought. "Do I really want to arrive there with such a limited listening pool? No one will want to have sex with me if my entire musical world can be summed up with a Shine compilation album."
And so off I went to the music section of my local library, determined to find something clever and complicated, qualities that would surely rub off on me after a few listens. Browsing through the racks I came to the Z section and an album by Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention.