Which leads me to the opinion that, at 75 minutes, it could've been trimmed of some of the other material. Boys for Pele is bogged down by its own self-obsession. It takes itself way too seriously. She's trying to make a statement but she hasn't bothered to try and make it cohesively. There's nothing wrong with wild, free-form expressionism like this, it's just that she does it badly.
Punk rock succeeds by running with raw emotion.
Tori's music, at its best, succeeds on finely honed and gut-wrenchingly articulated emotion. This album falls short on that count and, unfortunately, degenerates into a swamp of unappealing nonsense. Make wise use of your programmable CD players.