Maggot Brain is sublime and absurd. It's also desperate and terrifying. This kaleidoscope of clashing emotions can be attributed to the Funkadelic aesthetic. Take the African American experience as it was in 1971 (all the beauty and joy, pain and strife) and crack open its head with LSD, cosmic mysticism and screaming feedback. This band was not to be messed with; they rocked as hard as Zeppelin, yet swung like Sly & The Family Stone. The anchor, of course, is guitarist Eddie Hazel's soul-melting title track, but Maggot Brain is a journey from beginning to end. Early exit is not an option.