There are some things that I love that can trump my distaste for other things. I love Giant Monsters, but I hate hand-cam movies--but my love for the Titanic Terrors trumps my dislike so I am pro-Cloverfield (even though I may never be able to watch it again).
Similarly, I hate musicals--a hybrid media that usually combines the worst of both music and stage. But I love anything to do with HP Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos. Lovecraft was a mad genius who's mother dressed him like a girl for most of his childhood, and may or may not have been stark raving mad. But he knew a thing or two about his audience and shared his imagination with several other contemporary authors to form a more complete universe in which his particular horror could thrive. He is the father of modern horror, and though to read his stuff now is difficult for his thick prose, the core concepts of terror are timeless and not dependent on culture or language.
Shoggoth on the Roof is a satirical musical that crosses the famous Jewish Musical and the highlights of the most famous Mythos stories. The production quality on the CD album alone should be enough evidence of Lovecraft's genius--that 80 years later people are still inspired by his stories.

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