You don't need to persevere the full 40 minutes to realize that that's all this is. Take a popular musician, a wannabe avant-gardist devoid of any artistic sensibility, and tons of cash, spice it all up with a healthy dose of artistic pretention and vanity, and what do you get? What can only be described as vomit expressed in the form of music. This album would have been funny if released as a practical joke or as an 'up yours' to a record company after an acrimonious contractual dispute. Unfortunately it was not, it was meant to be taken seriously, and on those grounds it can only be labelled as one of the great disasterpieces of twentieth century popular music.