a wise man once said: "to appreciate beauty, one must first open his eye, and then he must open his other eye." rthis album by jon mess is the other eye the wise man was talking about. with defying gravity jon mess has sculpted a masterpiece out of ice and we the audience are the sun that will melt the ice. mess must know that his ice-art is doomed to melt into a masterpuddle, and that deep pain is clearly present in such emotional performances as he gives on such genius tracks as littlebabysyndrome and causei'mstrapped. in time this album will surely be rightfully remembered alongside the greatest pieces of literature mankind has ever produced, like the count of monte christo and the twilight series. i mean look at the cat on the cover, a perfect metaphor for how this album is going to turn the world of poetry upside down with its gravity-defying wordplay.