This is one of those that sit in your wishlist forever looking at you wryly and saying: So, you can't decide if you like us or not but you're not able to get rid of us either?
Or, one of those when you can't decide if the thing is high art or total crap.
This is not crap.
Genre: Shylmagoghnarish. And occasional violin doesn't necessarily make stuff folk. YomaBarr