Okay, this was a bit hard to take when it came out. I was all of fifteen and it seemed my favorite punk band had discovered free-jazz, the Mahavishnu Orchestra and pot smoking. Actually I suspected they were already well versed in all these transgressions to punkdom, but now it was real and it was being reflected in their recorded output and live show. But you get older and your rigid teenage rules of what is acceptable when it comes to art weaken, they have to, or else a corrosive jadedness creeps in. Now The Process of Weeding Out holds much merit as I just let go and appreciate the sheer beauty of Ginn wrestling squonks and squeals from his Mosrite over the Roessler/Stevenson angular THC robot. Black Flag, at this point, was so honed and so prolific that they had license to do whatever they wanted. For that reason alone, Process (along with Family Man) may be Black Flag's punkest album, a buzzing sonic "Fuck You" to the rigor mortis that was setting in the scene in 1985.