So many parts, so many setlists, so many lyrics! The bro/sis organ-grinder run-on jump-cut duo do what they must, nodding to the non-stop shuffle of their stage show by turning the innocent proposition of a live album into the sort of splicefest that Zappa would surely have something snarky to say about were he still here. Concert third-wheel and archival soundman Jason Loewenstein should be awarded some kind of war medal engraved with fancy-sounding commendations for his role in this whole undertaking. 2 CDs, 51 songs, and 6 misleadingly-listed, made-up meta-medleys, a fibbed taxonomy that's typically bloody-minded Friedberger.