Yesterday morning I awoke to find this album sitting on my kitchen table. Despite the fact that I had never laid eyes on it before, I knew it had been there forever.
I lowered myself to the floor and pressed the disc to my cheek; it was unnaturally cool. Disorientated and confused I lay there, paralysed, as an almighty cacophony broke about my person. Jangling, bitter, discordant and utterly beautiful, I wept like a child until it past and dusk once again settled its mantle of calm about my shoulders.
For this reason, the fact that I own no other possessions and to combat the dreadful low-frequency throb that fills my soul when I am not awarding marks to things, I give this object five stars.