“I created so many of the things you care about – the songs that give your life purpose and joy. When you were 15 and rebelling, you were rebelling to my music… That song was not written on distorted guitar. I wrote it. Here. Somewhere between a blowjob and an omelette. There is no rebellion, there is only me earning a pay-check.”
A wild blend of noir tropes and surrealism, this feels like a masterpiece that will take years to fully decode — incredibly divisive, either leaving you on the outside looking in or inside not knowing what’s going on but entranced never-the-less.
★★★★★