Some will always say that practical jokers should expect to get attacked back themselves at some point. Others may note that within any jokes there are some human truths. Still others will just want to enjoy the jokes for themselves as jokes and nothing more. Three differing statements, all valid truths when applied to one of America's most curious, clever, and inventive bands in the last 20 years of the 20th century and beyond, Negativland. Though named after a track by cult Krautrock band Neu!, who also inadvertently provided the moniker of the band's label, Seeland, Negativland's origins can be seen more in the cut-ups of early Faust, the radio drama on acid approach of the devilishly funny Firesign Theatre and any number of sonic experimentalists and musique concrète composers. Sometimes appearing only to please themselves, other times perhaps willfully courting adverse attention without expecting the possible results, Negativland's saving grace has always been the sheer hilarity of its work. Without being a comedy band per se, and at many points making rather serious observations on the world around it, Negativland's cock-eyed, satiric vision of a barely sane planet often results in the best kind of humor -- the kind that can be enjoyed again and again, especially because of the textured, complex sound of their many astonishing releases.