Pitchfork

Showing journalistic acumen, Akron/Family put all the action upfront. Guitars tap out Glass-y ostinatos, sweet-sounding drums absorb "Sing Sing Sing" tom hits, someone farts. (You can't actually hear that last part but it's suggested.) This goes on for two minutes until moral and rhythmic order break down and these crazy guys start yelping-- off-key, off-beat, off-color. Then comes the nut in the pudding: a freewheeling classic rock fracas, with twelve-string and the rest.

That said, chop off the song's last two minutes. They're totally extraneous and terrible. Imagine if marathons included a mandatory two-mile sacrificial sprint after the finish line, just so spectators could watch all the runners shit themselves and fall down and get tangled up in those aluminum capes. The end of this song is just like that. Not saying if you listen to the entire thing you're a bad person-- only if you like it.