The video for the latest single from Icelandic wunder-artist Sigur Ros is eight minutes and thirty-two seconds long. It will take me longer than that to explain my severely conflicted feelings towards it. Ready? Set? Ok, go.

The third video from the band’s strange “mystery” film project, “Fjögur Píanó” (or, “Four Pianos”) features an all-grown-up, I-ain’t-on-Even-Stevens-no-more, Shia LaBeouf, performing what appears to be an interpretive, contemporary dance, most often entirely in the buff, alongside a beautiful, blonde dancer who is very skilled at pointing her toes. The two writhe against each other as they suck on some seemingly acid-filled lollipops, hallucinate that they’re drowning with two ultra-hipster looking bad influences, and retire to a bedroom filled with butterflies, where they strip down, cover each other in tribal paint and do the nasty. The interpretive dance nasty. Which also involves screaming, crying and punching things. Oh, love.

My conflict comes from the video’s toeing the line between artistic expression and pure indulgence. There are moments of absolutel beauty in here. Shia LaBeouf flies through the air in slow motion as he rediscovers his briefly lost love. The couple arise from their bed in one simultaneous movement as the screen fades to black. These calculated movements are absolutely fitting of the beautifully melodic piano. And yet, there are moments where I just… well, I just want to barf on sexy Shia LaBeouf. If there’s one thing I love, it’s creative expression. If there’s one thing I hate, nay loathe, nay detest, it is over-indulgent, masturbation on the screen, “artistic indulgence.” It takes me back to that first day in every art history class, when the professor stands at the front of the room and with such condescension and pride asks, “what is art?” As though this question is meant to BOGGLE our under-educated brains. Is that too harsh? Is it not too harsh for Sigur Ros to force it’s loyal followers to sit through eight and half pain-staking minutes of hallucinatory babble?

Don’t get me wrong, I love Sigur Ros. I love the Ryan McGinley album covers and I love not being able to properly sing the lyrics to my favorite songs (though that certainly has never stopped me from belting one out in the shower). And yes, I absolutely respect a band for stepping outside of the proverbial “box” and trying something a little bit different. But did it have to be nine minutes of different? And did I really need to see Shia LaBeouf’s penis (though I thank those who made that decision — see, women can be pervs too)?

I’m really interested to find out what the general reaction to this video is. In a world of “fashion films” and movies like Tree of Life loosening the creative leash (read: noose), are these ultra-stylized, ultra-abstract videos the way of the future? Or are they truly fodder for the bored and indulgent?