The debut album by San Francisco off-kilter musical stalwarts the Residents made it clear from the start thanks to its Beatles-tweaking title and more notably cover that it considered sacred cows‘ existence to be there solely for the slaughter. But their own unusual ways around catchy songs — if catchy for confused extraterrestrials, perhaps — meant that efforts like “Smelly Tongues” and “Spotted Pinto Bean” helped establish their famous-yet-anonymous legend.