somehow i knew there'd be a few dorks who give this album 5 stars and claim to enjoy it. i can understand that. i like crap as well as the next guy. if something is awful but has a decent amount of originality or creativity, it makes my list. this thing sure don't. as a middle finger to fans, critics, and record company alike, this was a truly ballsy punk thing to release. but come on, lou clearly didnt spend more than an hour making this crap. i can respect his making and even releasing it, but there's no way in hell i'm gonna put money in his pocket to OWN it. there's a whole lotta more listenable tripe out there to waste your hard earned cash on than this. the fools who said they loved it are posers who read lester bangs' gushing (yet brilliant) essay about it and wanna join the out crowd. packa nerds.