Take Hasil Adkins, Ennio Morricone, Carl Stalling, Dick Dale, Charles Ives, Ornette Coleman, John Barry and Napalm Death, throw them in a wood chipper and spew it all against a bathroom wall at Lincoln Center and you might have a reasonable metaphor for Naked City. The band did most of its work from 1988 to 1993 and the lineup of John Zorn (Masada), Bill Frissell (Bill Frissell Trio), Wayne Horvitz (Pigpen), Fred Frith (The Residents), Joey Baron (Stan Getz), Yamatsuka Eye (Boredoms) and Mike Patton (Mr. Bungle) is like an avant-garde dream team.
Their music is a deft, high-speed, quick change bulldozer that ranges through about forty different musical genres, is always on the one and is not without moments of swing and melodic beauty. Naked City is easy to appreciate but must qualify as difficult listening.
This tune, from an unspecified live performance, is decidedly and anomalously sedate (and long, many of their tracks come in under one minute):
The next video will give you a better idea of what Naked City is usually about (from a gig in Amsterdam, 1992. Sorry about the crap sound.):
I often find it impossible to listen to Naked City, but at times, it's the perfect soundtrack for my life. They maintain a substantial presence in my "pissed off" playlist.