The Taming of Creation must be heard to be believed. Imagine a couple of guys high on wine (as mentioned in the first 30 seconds), Kierkegaard, Hawking, Sagan and Dr. Seuss pontificating over solo piano work that lives in the same universe as the sketches to "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and "Making Love Out of Nothing At All". The subjects range from evolution and philosophy to the Bible and creationism, but it's all told as if it were heard on the corner with a third person translation: the convoluted and confused source is questionable at best.

Let's subtract the vocals from the music for a moment. Alone, the piano might pass as a student recital. The dialog by itself could serve as a spoken word act at a Holiday Inn. Combined, however, it feels uncomfortable, like an inside joke that passes far over the heads of all but Bryan Beadle's closest friends.

Did the outtakes from George Winston and Biz Markie's latest albums share the same hard drive and mysteriously merge? Doubtful -- The Taming of Creation lacks even that much focus and listener tolerance. Please let this be a demo that fell off the truck on the way to P-Diddy's lair.