This is true rebellious music, as in uncompromizingly authentic. It's one human being conveying his/her inner feelings to other fellow beings via the medium of music. No middlemen required or allowed.
But this soundtrack is also a celebration of life. There's the full-glass joy and enjoyment of life's little pleasures and twists of fate. But, since life as humans experience it, is hazardously strewn with half-empty situations, the album has its share of wailing and regret about life's imperfections and the "local", i.e. personal, toll it exacts on our inner balances.
But even this sorrow is celebrated and showered away in a series of songs that can't be reviewed, only listened to. This is music that can't be studied and filed away. This is music as a means of human communication, the direct lineage of the one once enjoyed by cavemen and women as they recounted daily and seasonal encounters with success and failures.