But why not...
Well, it's true that what attacks the ears from the very first notes is... surprising (to say the least). But after the first "shock", one begins to adapt and recognise the ghost of something... the rough outline of a half-formed/morphed thought? The embryon of a melody that never takes shape? The sketch of a musical idea that was deliberately left at that? Reminds me (remotely but persistently) of something I can't identify right now.
In fact, I would rather see this as an album of recited lyrics, or poetry with musical accompaniment. The only real drawback I find is that the words can't be heard very clearly (but maybe this was also done on purpose - it would be nice if there was access to the lyrics, though). And I do like the cover, with the allegoric duality of the masks and the jester's crown.
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