This one is my personal nominee for Best Frank Zappa Album Ever.

That's a very subjective evaluation of a career that spanned three decades and included forty-plus releases as of Zappa's untimely death in 1993. But I suspect most FZ fans will know why I make it, even if they disagree.

For one thing, this album's got the guitar solo on 'Inca Roads'. I stand second to none in my admiration for FZ's all-around chops and I love _Shut Up 'n' Play Yer Guitar_. But this is my single favorite (recorded) FZ guitar solo. Lifted from a live performance in Helsinki (and available in a slightly shorter edit on _You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 2_), it's one of his most fluid and melodic ever, and after thirty years it still never fails to grab me. (And notice his subdued, thoughtful use of the so-called 'wah-wah' pedal. He doesn't use it to go 'wah-wah-wah'; he uses it as a tone control.)

For another, it's got a _lot_ of great studio recordings. This album was recorded while FZ was recovering from a broken leg (he was attacked onstage by one seriously deranged dude) and he seems to have made good use of his enforced downtime. To my taste, at least, this is where FZ really fulfills the promise of _Hot Rats_.

For another, it's got the Mothers' dream lineup of the mid-1970s: Ruth Underwood, George Duke, Napoleon Murphy Brock, the Fowler brothers, Chester Thompson, and the rest (the same folks who accompanied him on his very best live album, _Roxy & Elsewhere_). Probably every FZ fan has his or her favorite backing band; this is mine.

Finally, there's Cal Schenkel's brilliant and hilarious cover art -- which, in the CD release, is included in a full-sized unfoldable version for you to appreciate in detail.

FZ was a musical genius and an incredibly prolific one; if you're just now being introduced to him, there are lots of places to start. I recommend starting here. Your mileage, of course, may vary.

One Size Fits All is one of Frank's more "commercial" mid-70s albums along with Apostrophe and Overnight Sensation, and quite possibly my fave Zappa disc. With one of his finest lineups (George Duke on vocals and keys, Chester Thompson on drums, Ruth Underwood on percussion) and Zappa himself in fine form on guitar, this is a great, concise rock/fusion outing.

Like most of Zappa's albums, One Size Fits All embraces several styles--jazzy tracks like the nine-minute Inca Roads (a concert standard) and Andy with crazy time signature changes and difficult vocal melodies (most bands couldn't pull this stuff off with weeks of rehearsal; Zappa and his team make it sound easy); rollicking, funky/bluesy rock in the form of San Berdino (my fave), Can't Afford No Shoes, and Pojama People; a weird little piano ditty (Evelyn A Modified Dog); and the beautiful melodic centerpiece of Sofa (two versions, one with German [?!] vocals courtesy of Frank). Just the right combo of quirk, excellent musicianship, and rocking out. And unlike most of Zappa's other albums, there's not a track that feels extraneous or tossed in to fill up space.

The guitar solo on Inca Roads is perhaps one of Zappa's best on record, and showcases just how refined his technique was. Instead of flashy 300-note-a-minute outbursts that so many would-be "guitar heros" favor, he lays into the track with an effortlessly melodic and flowing showcase that makes excellent use of tone control and guitar effects. It was actually taken from a live performance in Finland, but thanks to Frank's careful knob-twiddling in the studio you'd be hard-pressed to tell.

This covers just about all of Zappa's bases well, and along with Hot Rats makes the ideal listen for a Zappa virgin. Highly reccommended.

This is a watershed for Frank Zappa in his unique musical catalog. It's so together on so many levels it became a standard by which I measured all subsequent releases by other artists. Unfortunately, in this day and age of singles (mp3) the art of putting together a work that moves you from beginning to end is becoming less frequent. None the less this album is a one of the best examples of where pure art and commerciality live side by side.

Where to start? Let's look at the packaging first. A big maroon sofa floating in space. A Zappa mythology brought to life for the eyes by the brilliant artist Cal Shenkel. God's sofa. One Size certainly fits all. Hilarious subtle pseudo scientific sketches abound along with continuity clues in the form of astrological hokum. Tremendous detail. Giant ants rip apart Hollywood under a blanket of absurd sounding constellations many of which are subtle references found on a myriad of FZ cds. Inside we have the credits and lyrics written on Fresco in a calligraphic font (refers to the actual vinyl record), almost to indicate a sort of religious reverence of the music contained herein. And it certainly is. This album sealed my fate as a recording artist.

The active mixing of Kerry Mcnabb, the colorful instrumentation, the climaxes, the solos, the absurd clever lyrics, the continued air pressure /segues from one song to the next. It was all here. FZ put all the cards on the table and presented his ideas not as just a composer but in capturing a group effort of amazing musicians. All these pieces are so strong melodically and rhythmically it's a real testament to FZ's genius as a composer. The forms are so clear and memorable it's no wonder it hit the top 40 in 1975. Quite an achievement for such a left field player as FZ. But it's all great music. No sell out. It's excellent hard rock, fusion, comedy and a bit of classical, dancing in the pop world. Like the best of FZ efforts there is something here for everyone. And it's only 42:58 ! Not one minute is wasted.

Highlights: Inca Roads. Not only one of FZ's most beautiful melodies but contains one of his greatest guitar solos interspliced from a live concert in Helsinki. Brilliant. For me, there aren't many rock guitarist who can sustain such an inventive electric solo over 7 minutes. It's so melodic you can practically whistle it verbatim. It's supported by Chester Thompson's tasty funk driven drumming, Ruth Underwood's amazingly precise mallet playing and of course George Duke adding his genius to the keyboards and vocals. The whole whirling flying saucer of a tune crashes into one of FZ's most harmonically complex rock songs where there is a modulation almost every measure. Yet the melody is so concise and memorable it's completely listenable, wrapped around some of FZ's most socially conscious observations about the state of the union. Can't Afford No Shoes indeed. The piece ends with a dashing maniac guitar meltdown that cuts off for a second and strikingly pushes us into classical rock at it's best. It's Sofa No. 1. A stoic little waltz played with panache and intricate precision. It's such a strong piece it reprises itself as the last tune with lyrics that add to the already brilliant bizzareness. Only Zappa. The piece doesn't seque. You have a second to stop conducting and then it's minor blues time. Po-jama People is FZ at his most sarcastic yet he doesn't take himself seriously and you can hear this in the outro chorus where the group is riffing off the basic hook. Catchy number with a superb frenzied FZ solo joined by Duke's piano, Thompson's drums and Tom Fowlers bass. Classic rock Zappa. Next, (which used to be the start of side 2 on vinyl) The awesome "Florentine Pogen". Another Zappa classic. A rhapsodic mini rock symphony with some of the strangest FZ lyrics. The music is incredible here (recorded live no less at TV station KCET) with overdubbed vocals by Nappy Brock, Duke and FZ. Chester Thompson plays a tasty drum solo. After all the bells and whistles we hear: Chester's gorilla - she goes quack...oink...moo...she go Haratche- platche etc...fade... More conceptual continuity for ya ass. What could follow such an odd piece? Where do you go when you spill out so much music? Where? Another multi layered piece? Of course not. FZ surprises us with "Evelyn A Modified Dog". The esoteric tale of one of his pets over a beautiful harpsichord accompaniment. The perfect humorous release after the the intense Florentine. FZ's voice doubled here sounds so commanding you have to listen to it. He ends with "Arf She Said!" Quick edit into "San Berdino", a manly redneck romp with FZ playing twisted slide guitar. Something about it reminds me of the Eagles guitar laden "Life In The Fast Lane" which did not come out until 2 years later! Was this an influence? Captain Beefheart injects his quirky harmonica playing through out and Johnny Guitar Watson does the best outro scouting on a rock record since McCartney's frenzy on "Hey, Jude"! It ends with "Bobby, I'm sorry you have a head like a potato - I really am"... Heh- heh... And then it's an awesome segue that really picks up the pace. FZ takes it up a bunch of notches with this other worldly intro in "Andy". A rhythmic masterpiece with Duke and Brock trading vocal sections. Tense snare drum rhythms against a beautiful melody played on an organ broken into a million pieces by FZ's nebula sounding guitar break. The piece just cooks. It's angry but beautiful. Towards the end we're pumped with a slick drum break down with Johnny Guitar Watson spewing vocal craziness on top and the whole band chimes in and rocks. FZ flies up and down the fret board bringing us to an exhilarating conclusion which sort of just disintegrates with pure joy and laughter. Just as we take a breath of relief so does George Duke who begins: "I Am The Heaven"... "It's Sofa No. 2". This time with words in English and in German. It's a majestic hoot. Such a fitting cap to what went before. The waltz takes us for a three minute ride and then ends with a totally over the top black sounding absurdist line - "Yeah my sofa - Ya -ha -high!"

It's too good. For a young boy of 14 back in 1975 there was no rock album like this. Nothing that could sustain my interest every step of the way for 42 minutes straight. To me it was a mystery how it was done, how it was captured. But it was expected. FZ had, and continually produced some of the most entertaining records of the 20th century. This is one of them. Timeless music. Definitely a keeper in any serious progressive music lover's collection.

This was the first Zappa album I bought as a teenager in 1975 after being turned on to some of the Flo & Eddie (1971) era Mothers. It was my first Zappa purchase and still among my favorite.
I soon after began purchasing every album.
Inca Roads begins the album strong and long, although as a composition doesn't drag the way most lengthy rock songs from the same era did. I cite such "get your butt kicked at a party if you turn the song off" tunes as Green Grass And High Tides Forever and Freebird.
The reason I call this the LAST great Zappa album is because there really aren't any throw-away tracks on it. Many later releases featured an opening track that Zappa perhaps tried to put in to be possibly radio-friendly. This album didn't go for any of that. Just pure musicianship performed by Frank and what many consider his best band, the "Roxy-era Mothers".
Although this sounds like a studio album, Inca Roads and Florentine Pogen were live performances for the KCTV television special in 1974.
The engineering skill that Zappa possessed made the album sound so clean that you wouldn't even know that it was live recording. To attest to the editing skills of Zappa one needs to listen to the ORIGINAL version of Inca Roads (video of the KCTV program) for two reasons:
1. The track, starting with George Duke singing, sounds much better on the album release than in its raw form. Zappa tweeked the knobs to improve George's voice to great result and,
2. The guitar solo from Inca Roads actually was spliced in from the performance of the song from a different concert. That being the Helsinki concert which is released on You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 2. The same solo is on both One Size Fits All and the aforementioned Stage, Vol. 2 but, again, a little editing from the master engineer brought the solo a little tighter and a little brighter!
As for Evelyn, A Modified Dog: The song harkens back to the pedal-depressed resonance of the people inside the piano of the Lumpy Gravy album of 1967. A little bit of nostalgia for the old folks.
The original version of Florentine Pogen (live as mentioned earlier) is, unfortunately, edited before the band really takes it away and features a great guitar solo by Frank. You wouldn't miss it only knowing from the CD anyway, but knowing how the band played on makes you wish it were left intact for the album release.
Pojama People features more blistering Zappa guitar work and Andy features some of my favorite drumming on a Zappa album. The shifting time signatures which only his band members could handle with such precision makes it a Zappa classic!
There are many GREAT Zappa albums. This was perhaps the LAST of the greatest.

One Size Fits All is a fantastic album. The musicianship is impeccable. The band plays tight arrangements and there are also several amazing solos. The best example of this is the album's opener, Inca Roads. Arguably, this is Zappa's best solo, originally recorded live, but I'll bet Zappa did some overdubbing on it in the studio afterwards. While the instrumental arrangements on this album are superb, the lyrical and vocal content are somewhat lacking compared to other Zappa albums. This album just doesn't have the combination of chaotic, yet catchy, melodies along with humorous lyrics that made Apostrophe work. In addition the random vocal squawking that pops up every now and then is more annoying than artistic. However, OSFA is the perfect compromise between Zappa's earlier jazz-fusion stuff, Hot Rats and Burnt Weeny Sandwich, and his later more simplistic humorous stuff, over-nite sensation. This is almost Zappa's best album, but if you like Zappa's jazz based albums as opposed to his more humor based albums you'll probably agree with me that Zappa has better work, though you should deffinately still buy it.