BSSM to me, is the ultimate Red Hot Chili Peppers statement of which, they have never exceeded. It was all too perfect for them in 1991. Lollapalooza, weird fashion, tattoos, 70's revival. The buzz and pop of John Frusciante's weathered Strat through a Marshall JCM800, Flea's aggressive and organic bass grooves, Chad Smith's Bonhamized funk drumming and Anthony Keidis's surfer pimp rapping was somehow the perfect anecdote to the musical polarity that was happening at the beginning of the grunge era and the end of hair metal. Every track has a purpose and story with hilarious and tantalizing visuals laced with bong bubble crooning and gangsta rap caliber profanity. It's just perfect! Listen to it beginning to end each time.