This album is a wall of discordant sound. Like a Goodwill bucket of clothes, things don't match but are haphazardly sorted by some sort of unknown metric to make something that is navigable, with everything feeling second-hand, personal, and sadly discarded or outgrown by someone you've never met.
It is loud, manic, chaotic, and it is good.
It is angry, anxious, frustrated, self-loathing, victimized, loved, abandoned, and oddly hopeful.
Listen to it.
