The idea that art can be beautiful, where that abstract referent exists outside human judgment (outside as in transcendent, to be clear; or in other, other words, beauty as a reified stand-alone), suffers not only from the usual problem of the non-existence of non-immanence, but also from the absence of any reason to believe that the would-be authority on beauty has special access to the transcendent. Then there's the problem that the one without that access has little or nothing to gain from hearing the professional aesthete's judgments. Oh, this song is good? Let me use this information, analytically, to enhance judgment skills that are completely inaccessible to and unalterable by analysis.
Anyways, THIS SONG IS FUCKING GREAT AND IF YOU DISAGREE, YOU'RE WRONG: