Too cool for words, obviously - this is Cibo Matto we're talking about, after all (and, that being the case, I'm not even going to try to describe their sound). This isn't the sort of album I could listen to everyday, but it's still completely brilliant. (Incidentally, it manages the singular feat of having "Know Your Chicken" make perfect sense as part of the whole - it's not even one of the album's crazier songs.)