It’s a gothic industrial rock opera about debt, legacy, and organ harvesting committing to that premise 100%. It’s messy, campy, and completely unashamed of itself.
Amongst this it manages to be a serious critique of control, creating a parallel between corporate paternalism and parenting: both claim to know what’s best for you while stripping away your autonomy. A bloody, chaotic reminder that we often have to break our parent’s rules to survive their mistakes.
