The first line of sums up the fifth album nicely: "There is beautiful pandemonium." Plummeting further into the demented depths of his imagination, provides a monstrous amount of songs (32 to be exact) with brothers and . As always, the results have varying results and run the gamut from bizarre skeletal sludge topped with bits and strange pseudo-poetics to greasy mock . With his tongue firmly in his cheek, the former frontman does his best imitation (yes, 's character in ) in as he gives the play by play of a time when he found some sort of creamy alien substance in a cornfield. Other songs feature ominous junkyard jams ( ), gurgling keyboard loops with elated jester voices ( ), and surprisingly sweet type Mellotron ( ). As expected, there are quite a few difficult moments to sort through -- too many to list -- and if half the songs were cut out, the record would be easier to digest. But 's such a forward thinker that as soon as he's finished a song (sometimes before then), he's off to a new one, and like him or not, you have to respect his idiosyncratic tenacity and his relentless pursuit of a wild artistic vision. If you're into the eccentric, wedge this one between your CDs and brace yourself for one hell of a trip. ~ Jason Lymangrover