Frusciante’s solo debut is too self-consciously weird for its own good. But that doesn’t stop it from being interesting and having a few memorable tracks (“Untitled #2” and “Untitled #6”). Bear in mind that this came before Frusciante learned how to sing and that is a nagging problem. Editing back the run time and editing out the vocals might turn this into something better. As it stands, head for the man’s excellent batch of albums from a decade later, and only return to this if you want lo-fi bedroom recordings that sit on the weirder end of the continuum that includes Todd Rundgren, Jandek, Cody ChesnuTT and Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti.