This is, by far, the strangest album I own. I don't listen to "A raise of eyebrows" much recreationally, but it sure has it's moments. The intro of smashing glasses and deranged laughter is absolutely priceless, along with some quotables such as "There are bricks in your garden, go and throw them at your neighbors" and "Pound the microphone diaphragm. Pound your mother when you get home!" A raise of eyebrows is much more fun listening. I particularly enjoy the creativity in "A cymbal and much electronics" In which he makes an entire song from of banging on a single cymbal and messing with the tapes. The relaxing drone of "to roger waters, wherever you are," and the bouncy "mr. peugot's trot" are a delight to hear, as well as "upon composition," in which he comments on old peices of his own composition as they float, one by one, past the listener. But I have the most fun trying to figure out what on earth he is trying to convey. He talks and talks but never once says a darn thing. Let me know if you figure it out. This is one of my favorite cd's and I strongly reccomend it to anyone who enjoys the strange, the avant garde and the off-beat.