The best description of pop music ever

A weekend spent reading a lot of popmusikkritique, including Kevin Cummins' Manchester: Looking for the Light through the Pouring Rain, which was elegiac, and Nik Cohn's Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom, which is also elegiac, but with more energy, and possibly the best definition of pop music ever:

To this end, he [Frank Zappa] assembled his Mother freaks and loosed them. On their first album, cutting a track called The Return Of The Son Of Monster Magnet, he went into the studio with a small army of auxiliaries and the whole lot of them banged, strummed, pounded and thrashed any musical instrument they could lay their hands on, the total effect being a bit like a small army banging, strumming, pounding and thrashing any musical instrument they could lay their hands on. It worked, what's more. It made you wish you'd been in there yourself, banging and thrashing with the rest of them, and so it carried a sense of real release, exorcism.