I like the music, combined with the information density.
I've been meaning to write a short story about curmudgeon human parents chaperoning their transhuman kids to a live concert. Each song is its own conlang, and the kids are fawning over the grammatical rules and their lyrical connotations, and the parents are like "tsk, I just can't get into it, gimme the old honky-tonk any day"