At first glance, it felt like an overly long and somewhat boring album to me too.
Then slowly, I started to love 4-5 songs, then another 2, another 2 again, and in the end, I thought: damn, this is a masterpiece.
Certainly, it's not an album for every taste, and it's possible that the dreamy/melancholic tone could become tiring when spread over a 33-song record.
That said, here we are facing an album that contains about twenty pearls of rare splendor, another 7-8 excellent songs, and only 3-4 minor tracks, but not filler ones.
The work is monumental and acquires a complete meaning when reading the lyrics.
For some reason, I compare it to Tutti Morimmo A Stento by De Andrè, albums that the more superficial find "heavy" and "boring," but that emanate an overwhelming intensity and inspiration.
A formidable album.
Whatever Happened To Soy Bomb is worthy of Young, In The Yard Behind The Church is a beautiful ballad that somewhat reminds me of Grandaddy.
There are numerous delightful trinkets: Hey Man, Going Fetal, Losing Streak.
The rockier E peeks out only here and there (the excellent The Other Shoe), but in compensation, there are some of the best country-folk episodes of Mr. E's career: RailRoad Man and the beautiful Things That Grandchildren Should Know, which closes a monumental work to be discovered day by day, preferably with the booklet in hand.
Warm, emotional, sweet, evocative, for me, it's better than the Eels, even though some facets of their sound are completely missing.
This is one face of the Eels, and it's a monstrously beautiful face.
P.S.: That said, the piano ballads in particular risk making the proposal indeed a bit heavy; if you find Losing Streak, Mother Mary, Hey Man boring, get yourself checked out by a good one or alternatively, shoot yourself.