I concluded that in some cases, the Kinsellas (and mainly Tim) do deserve the credit. In Owls, their signature rhythms and strange flow accompanied with Tim Kinsella's semi-random/philosophical lyrics constantly pull you in different directions (credit: Stuart S.), due to their spontaneous and seemingly improvised song structures. In terms of instrumentation, the textured spider-godhand also known as Victor Villareal's guitar playing is superb and actually unique, which is a breath of fresh air. In other cases, however, Tim reuses various lines from previous songs, using the exact same 'melody' and phrasing, generating a different version of the same song over and over again. This is how the genius gets away with too much.
Alot of music doesn't require an acquired taste. The Kinsella stuff does. Some of it is genuinely bad, but the good is full of merit. Like a strange cheese, it takes courage and tolerance to get into it.

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may we all make it home safely.
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