I can’t think of a good reason to bother with this thing.
This is his most personal album, which is equivalent to a postcard that sings.
This one isn’t bad at all, if one could overlook the main characters, their romance, and their antics.
Everyone is sleeping with everyone else here, it seems. Yay for trashy people!
Well, well, what do I know? I’ve had fun, lots of it.