Album: One Track Mind
Label: Egyptian Empire Records
Producer: Egyptian Lover

In the words of Los Angeles county native Frank Zappa: “All the corny tricks you tried / Will not forestall the rising tide of HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!” There is undoubtedly some cosmic connection between Zappa's 1966 debut Freak Out! and the deep-cavity scan of freakology that Egyptian Lover undertook between 1982 and 1989.

Ponder a world in which Greg Broussard was not deposed by N.W.A and the ascendancy of G-funk, and was given a chance to make his version of The Chronic. Then again, “Freak-A-Holic” might well be his version of The Chronic. Suffice to say that this is the dirtiest rap song without any dirty words that the West Coast has ever produced.

Egyptian Lover had a way of transmitting sleaze telepathically. Call him the Ludwig Van Beethoven of L.A. electro. Not since Symphony No. 5 has the repetition of a four-note figure been delivered with such belligerent lust. It's inadvisable to give the last word to a YouTube commenter, but in this case the top response to the “Freak-A-Holic” video says it all: “This is that old school taco meat swag.”