The music itself is not for the faint of heart; if the suit, slicked back hair, sunglasses in the middle of the night, cigar, and more gold chains than Mr. T didn't warn you already, I'll just say that I can't imagine being sober and listening. Most of it is purposely vulgar, purposely quasi-Anatolian, and performed with an emphasis on drunken theatrics. He's not Maria Kallas or anything like that... Cheers zax! SD