The capacity of human intelligence seems to limit the capabilities to expand upon any possible creative aptitudes. Indeed, if one cannot even notice the facets that the ingenuities around him are comprised of, how rcan he be expected to fashion a beast of his own? This inveterate sense of constraint is a great blow to the veracity of mankind's abilities. It restrains us and holds our minds to the ground below, averting any possibility of rising above ourselves to something greater; something not fathomed by the conventional mind. This concept of seeking to go beyond one's self, known as "transcendence," is essentially a gateway to runlocking pieces of ourselves that can lead to some of the most elaborate and significant creations of our world. For many, this quest to transcend and form creations that were once considered unthinkable and roverwhelming consumes life. Certainly it is rare to find such people, but when they are found, creative barriers are destroyed.
In some alternate dimension, this album worked marvelously and was forever cemented into pop music history as one of the most breathtakingly honest and beautiful albums of all time. In the real world, however, this is just bad music.