Source: Invisible Oranges.
We have barely embarked upon the Information Age and already our understanding of the science behind existence has left us drooling like blockheads impatiently waiting for recess; the more granular we see the universe, the more complex the system appears and paints our tenure as a random stroke of fate. Floating in that expansive landscape of knowledge sits Mr. Bungle, the San Francisco treat who, over a decade, laid waste to a prude musical landscape content operating with earplugs and blindfolds. They cultivated their own complex universe whose parts, embracing both regimen and disorder, inspired awe with increasing perspective and closer examination. Over three full-length albums, they matured from funk metal madness to tenebrous soundscapes and concluded with the beach musings of a madman.