I wanted to hate it. Sort of like if Random Access Memories got hit in the head pretty hard by a baseball and got really into dubstep. The product of a soul that got sucked off for the first time watching "Anchorman" and turned it into a personality trait.

I don't know if this album is trying to be highbrow or lowbrow. I suspect it shaved its eyebrows with a nose full of moderately stepped-on yayo. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. It's brainless and horny and exactly what I needed.