Different keys, speeds and moods clash with each other from start to end, resulting in a few tiny bits of accidental harmony (spiritual, not melodic) and many, many, MANY more moments of dull sameness in search of inspiration. You see, once you realize that they're never going to actually play anything together as a unit, the whole thing feels like a waste of valuable ear time. There's no payoff! As I said about one sentence ago, there are some individual moments of instrumental brilliance hidden behind all the other guys noodling around aimlessly, but it never comes together into anything and inevitably is ceased within 10 or 15 seconds. The entire work is incredibly aggressive, but its assbackwards "free jazz" attitude renders it unlistenable for all but the most fervent Frippheads.

Fursuiting outside seems so much fun.
I can't wait to do it when I get mine!