On the Pitchfork scale (which I shudder to use, as it is ridiculous), I would give it a 5.8. It extols scepticism of constructs which bring postmodern works into existence in the first place, yet it falls victims to contrivances that mar the entire process. Song structures? Fuck those. Cogent lyrical frameworks? Fuck those. Repetition that is employed with purpose? Fuck those. Samples that have some weight to them on a musical and conceptual level? Fuck those too. It’s a collection of follies that are the direct blame of postmodern approach to music, and while the band themselves have dissecting the conventional with gusto and provided critique and feedback to the entire system of making music, this feeds into it without shame and simultaneously seeks to condemn it with not an iota of substance. It’s easily their worst album and could go in the trash bin without anything being lost. It doesn’t even push boundaries. It gets praised for that, but that is such a fucking joke. It’s tame regression: the album