Here's another record, likely the first of it's kind, that addressed the distinction between hipsters (the true variety, not the beanie wearing lot we have today) and total squares, man... I mean, squares are cool and all... and just dig what these cats are SAYING, man.
This is funny stuff and much of it is still relevant today. I love the interaction of Second City grand poobah Del Close, whose radio-voiced straight man intellectually queries "American Graffiti" used car salesman John Brent on the hipster slang and lifestyle of the day.
Some folks go heavy on the slang, others, not so much. For instance, one could say, "Hey man! That font you're using on your blog is really out of sight!", while others would inform me, "That font is a low-contrast slab serif that is a little soft around the edges, but with a clear and sturdy posture."
This record pretty much bridged the gap between the rapid-fire jazz-rap comedy of Lenny Bruce and the conversational stream of consciousness of Firesign Theatre.
Even Brian Wilson thought the album was a stone groove and a gas, baby.
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