And before you accuse me of loving Incubus or something, let me just tell you that I listen to Ryoji Ikeda and Sachiko M and Martin Tetreault and any number of artists so experimental that they make entire records that are walls of noise/infrequent beeps and clicks, so I am down. I also know how frustrating it is to be the one girl who likes the Flaming Lips four years before the Soft Bulletin is cool and you're running around trying to convert people and they're all like snide Williamsburg kids w/close fitting black slacks, all "That guy's voice is so weird and the music's so psychedelic--what are you some kind of nerd stoner?"So I know. But I think this album is a totally unlistenable pretentious mess. It sounds like an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical about experimental music. Hey, let's have wacky lyrics! And abrupt and offputting key modulations! And let's mix up the rhythms just so! It's like bad, bad Frank Zappa, and Frank Zappa is already bad.No no no no no.