If the album were all about stunning performances and craziness, it would be impressively amusing but not astonishing. What makes the album so enduring is the sheer polish behind the writing and arrangements. The album is far too much to put together in one listen, but everything is so incredibly well put together that before long one cannot deny the sick intelligence here. It hops from metal to jazz to doo wop to punk to circus music to Disney-like themes to funk to video game soundbytes to...well, you get the idea. These transitions between genre occur with no audible seam and even after listening to this record countless times I am amazed by how well this band ties it all together. And frankly, I think the lyrics are pure genius too -- "Squeeze Me Macaroni" fills the act of eating into something drenched with sexual metaphors. "Stubb (A Dub)" is the classically morbid story of a dying dog. "Egg" is philosophy a la Bungle. Even "The Girls of Porn&qu