Bizarre psychedelic trance-funk for noise freaks. Or something like that. Autodidact's one "concept album" -- loosely "about" various controversial women in history and literature, outside of "slow morning eyes on fire" (added at the last minute just 'cause it felt good) -- and more on the instrumental side. (There are lyrics/vox on "lillian rearden," but they're not exactly easy to grok, so you're free to ignore them, which i'd probably do if i were in your shoes.)

TRACKS:

Antu's theme (the great god Anu commands you)
cry me a river, elizabeth nietzsche (queen of the aryan jungle)
slow morning eyes on fire
sonata for lillian rearden (the politics of entropy)
dagny vs. the aristocracy of pull
ss fuck puppets of the she-wolf ilsa
madame curie's illuminating discovery

NOTES:

Track 1: Sumerian disco, suitable for your next voodoo entropy ritual (Elder Gods recommended, your mileage may vary).

Track 2: Everybody knows about ol' Friedrich, he of the arcane and often questionable ravings on nihilism (he did die in a mental asylum, after all), and some know of his influence on the Nazi Party in general (and Hitler in particular), but few know how they were introduced: by the philosopher's sister, a socialite with a controversial agenda of "racial activism." Elisabeth was eventually granted the dispensation to attempt spearheading an all-white colonization of Paraguay, of all places, and... well... things didn't work out so hot for anybody, really. The vastly entertaining FORGOTTEN FATHERLAND (Ben MacIntyre) will tell you everything you need to know.

Track 3: On July 18, 1984, an increasingly disturbed fellow by the name of James Oliver Huberty strolled into a McDonald's in San Ysidro, California. An unemployed welder with a long history of heavy drug use and violence, he went down looking for trouble, carrying an Uzi, a shotgun, and a pistol. He found it. When i first heard the news, i wondered what he must have been thinking as he walked up to the burger joint and opened the door. I think it must have been something like the lyrics to this song.

Track 4: What happens when you let blackmetal perverts fuck around with guitars 'n gadgets. The "song" is technically about a specific passage -- a party, in fact -- in Ayn Rand's ATLAS SHRUGGED.

Track 5: A wordless meditation on the core of Rand's cumbersome yet brilliant slab of Objectivism 101.

Track 6: I probably should keep my mouth shut here.

Track 7: This is a tasteless joke. I am prone to such things.