As if the cutting-edge special effects and thespian excellence weren't enough, Devo ushered in the 1980's with rather high expectations of their listening audience. It wasn't enough for us to merely whip it - we were expected to whip it good. On the title track of the same album, they scolded us for demanding "freedom of choice," while in the same breath accusing us of not even wanting it - not really.
We were still getting over disco and they hit us with this philosophical barrage? No wonder they couldn't get no satisfaction.