Tripe. Adolescent tripe. Someone got a synthesizer for Christmas, and Grandma pitched in the microphone and vox box. Triple Point is the newest member of the "faster and louder is better" club.
In all fairness - or if you absolutely have to listen to the album - No Ordinary Psychosis and First & Last are more thoughtfully composed, but they're still not much at all. I'm assuming that the female voice in First & Last belongs to Vico (you need to have A LOT more talent and fame before you start trying the single name thing. Sting, Pavarotti, Liberace even, but not anyone on this album) but it's only mildly talented at best.
The first track - I hesitate to call it a song - Screening is frantically fast chords on top of overly-voxed vocals. Heavily on top of, so you have to strain to make out the words. To make it worse they've chopped it up and interspersed it with what sounds like the homework someone had to write for the "Intro to Synthesizers" course they signed up for shortly after Christmas. If you can, or if you care to, imagine a 16-year-old kid trying to impress his slightly rebellious 13-year-old girlfriend with the old "I'm in a band" schtick. Kinda sums it up.
The second track is not much more than further exploration of the capabilities of the equipment, in the vein of "Hey, Mom. Listen to this sound I can get it to make." The third track shows a tiny bit of basic musical ability; the fourth and fifth tracks demonstrate it a bit more (final exam, maybe?) - and it's downhill from there.
I could probably use the jewel case to replace one of the cracked ones I've got and, if you're into bondage pictures of women, there's a trio of them featuring a fairly attractive young lady, with a dreamy, serene look on her face, artfully set in a snowy forest. She obviously hasn't had to listen to the CD.
I'd keep the CD as a coaster, except I'm afraid it would somehow end up in my CD player again. Maybe I'll take it to a skeet range, along with all those annoying AOL CD's I keep getting with the junk mail.