Smog - Tired Tape Machine (1990)

Real great lo-fi, indie, tape-fuckery masterpiece right here. Not really going to be the clean indie rock one would come to expect from him later in his career, nor is it the almost country-like sound that came even later. It's a real demented, strange, and at times even eerie album, way more enthralling than his other stuff. I'd even go as far as to say that it's definitely his best album in my opinion, it's severely underrated.

Loving the fables of the times
Learning the fables of the times
Teaching me the fables of the times
I don't think I miss much

R. Stevie Moore - Clack! (1980)

Stevie is singular -- the concrete universal embodied. Stevie is the patron saint of radical alterity -- and in this way he is far from alien. Stevie is the proper exegesis of pop -- and he knows it and we know it. Stevie has reached the position of absolute knowledge -- and is it now the time, maybe, for our interesting results? Here is the lesson: Stevie serves /his/ intentions rather than those of cultural capital and the endless circulation of genre. You can't transcend the dialectic, cuz whenever you think you have you're deeper in it than you ever thought -- so get inside it enough to get outside; let's see you try. 

Behold Stevie, the pauper of pop.