I really can't help but sneer at all of these reviews boasting the supposed brilliance of this dreck. I can enjoy noisy and off-kilter music when it's done well, but this is just feeble. All musicianship aside, as a singer and songwriter John Frusciante is hopelessly inept. I'm almost incredulous that anyone could mistake such blatant mindless self-indulgence for genius, and if I were naive enough to expect people in general to have any taste I would be. Don't waste your time searching for something meaningful or worthwhile in this mess of a record unless you tend to mistake absurdity for profundity. Music like this is really only intended for a certain niche of pretentious pseudo-intellectuals who, as most of these reviews demonstrate, are given to hyperbole.