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Excerpt from very long and entertaining review by Julian Cope from http://www.headheritage.co.uk/unsung/albumofthemonth/kim-fowley-outrageous

"OUTRAGEOUS has song after song and great ones at that. But, far more than all of this, it was a shamanic rock'n'roll album made by the ultimate chancer/huckster/gleeman. And its lack of commercial success in no way undermines its genius as an album of transformation. Indeed, this album could probably be used as a blueprint for those seeking to create a Pied Piper effect on our contemporary teenage wasteland.

"Wildfire" really kicks OUTRAGEOUS in. Meaning and meaninglessness shag each other senseless, as a Gothic minor key blues guitar riffs over a slouching lurching drum beat, and the voice of a singing cadaver croaks: "Oh yayer yayer, some one's been setting fire in my neighbourhood... an old car has been... somebody tell me... and who's been setting the fire?" Fowley doesn't finish any sentence, just leaves a space for us to fill in and moves on. "Wildfire... it's wild figh-figh-figh-figh-figh-fire. The fire inspector came up to me and he said to me: "How do you know? How do you know? How do you know?" And I asked him: "How do you know? How do you know? How do you know?"

Genius. I'd love to have watched THAT conversation.

Then Kimmy continues: "And I said to the fire inspector: "What bothers you about everything?" Out of the ether, shuffling and shoe-gazing, trucks a reluctant nerd chorus which, at the behest of a cajoling Fowley, reluctantly moos out a truly bovine: "Reality!". This is done with about the same achingly embarrassing non-conviction that Steve Hanley exhibited when singing "Popstock" on the second Fall LP. It's fabulous. "What bothers you about everything?" asks Kim. "Reality," they chunter, slowly warming to his cause. "So what bothers you about reality?" he counters, before answering on their behalf: "Everything!"
Oo yeah. It's deadly obvious, but it's a beautiful pay-off. Too beautiful for Kimmy, who gets bored easily and switches off immediately:

"I'm not crazy. I'm going to sleep," states Kim. "I wanna go to sleep. I wanna go to sleep," he repeats over and over at Mach 1 motormouth speed. "Help me go to sleep. Help me go to sleep.""