It's not surprising that some people have given to overpraising this record—very popular mainstream artist makes personal, comparatively weird and difficult album that has been greeted with some vocal measure of disdain by said artist's fanbase—but it's a temptation I can resist. There are some good songs here, enough of them to make the album work, but, like a lot artistic statements born of something so deeply personal, 808s & Heartbreak occasionally doesn't know when to quit. Some songs go on for far too long, others (I'm looking at you, "Pinocchio Story") wallow in excess to the point of embarassment. Still, I like the album, and I'll throw my hat into the "Paranoid"-is-the-best-song-on-the-album ring.