This album is so bad, it's hard to review it without feeling like a mugger of old ladies. I mean, it just plain stinks, and to belabor that point is like kicking a man when he's down. No--a puppy! It's like kicking a puppy when it's down. Yeah, that's it."Mistrial" must have been one of those contract-ending things because such little effort appears to have gone into it. There isn't even a real drummer on most of the songs, but some terrible and uninspired drum machine programming! The songs themselves are among Reed's worst--one recalls the stories surrounding "Sally Can't Dance" (which is leaps and bounds better than this crap), and how Reed scribbled down the songs in a cab on the way to the studio. If only he had been so thoughtful this time around! Like I said, this is bad.