I was clearly hitting the pipe when I downloaded this one. Instrumental ra ra prog rock shouldn’t be anyone’s cup of tea, and it certainly isn’t mine. When some singing does eventually enter the picture on track three, it’s more of the ethereal world music chorus type than anything one could really consider singing. The album is otherwise a mish mash of upbeat noodling pushed way too high in the mix (at least on my version). Honestly, I hate it. It’s eternally optimistic Andrew W.K. bullshit that goes nowhere and assaults the senses in ways that seriously make me want to poop myself.