okay, look - i'm glad that music like this exists. i am heartened that we live in a world where anyone can make whatever kind of art they want, especially art that pushes the boundaries of good taste or enjoyment. this was clearly a very special and influential record for a lot of artists. but i think there's a different between acknowledging the influence something had and having to listen to it. i did not enjoy this at all. overstimulating, toneless, jumbled, weird for weird's sake. it never coalesced for me the way others have said. it was a struggle enough to just finish it. how did it sound like a band warming up, a 12 year old at guitar center, and squidward playing his clarinet all at once? a musical headache. a sonic nightmare. that's probably the point. i feel obligated to give this 2 stars, both by all the glowing reviews and my own personal habit of saving my 1 stars for rapists and criminals, but man. there was no enjoyment to be found here. i'm sorry, i have to be honest!