This album is the most confounding thing I have ever listened to.
The last time I had an experience as powerfully disorienting as this was when I first listened to Schoenberg's Pierrot Lunaire in a live setting last year. At the time, it was hilariously incomprehensible. Not aided by my lack of understanding German, it appeared goofy and insincere. Over the coming months, I appreciated the notes of true beauty, of craftsmanship in composition; but it was a long, arduous process that involved a greater acceptance of music, and a wider adaptation of my musical vocabulary.
I have a feeling this album will be much the same. An album that confounds you with the absolutely incomprehensible nature of it. An album which seems ridiculously stupid. And yet, one that months from now might seem one of the most genius works of art of our time.