An aptly named album because, by the end of it, I wanted to toaster-bath myself. I was going to give it a 2 but then my ears were assaulted by the 10 minute toilet bowl fetus that is "Frankie Teardrop" which barely even counts as a song. It sounds like someone just recorded a meth addict ranting and screaming outside of an abandoned power plant whilst the crickets do their hopeless best to drown him out. For context, the album is only 32 minutes long so an entire third of it is spent listening to whatever that was supposed to be. I understand "experimenting". But sometimes you get Tomorrow Never Knows, and sometimes you get whatever this is. The experiment was a failure. Time to revise the hypothesis.