This brings to mind the old Buckley’s cough syrup slogan. “It tastes awful, and it works.” Effective advertising if any mention of the common name “Buckley” awakens my mind like a Cold War era capitalist sleeper cell. Hoping this slogan doesn't reflect the list maker’s modus operandi in adding this album the pantheon of mandatory albums. That’s right folks, I’m begging the amorphous entity(s) who compiled this list for an album that indeed sounds good, and works as an entry on this list. Will Tim deliver? We once again don our bell-bottoms and travel to a time before female access to credit cards, in the year of 1972. Take us to LA Timmy B. Fuck. Riverboat song about adultery. Four minutes into hearing somebody and I know everything I need to. The worst guy at a wedding gets too drunk and sings what he remembers of the blues brothers 2 soundtrack. I wish the guy in the song killed him before I had to smell this medical waste barge wafting down a tributary of the Mississippi River. Hey guess what? They didn’t cut off that wedding guy and now he’s doing a Jim Morrison impression while trying to woo a married bridesmaid. Why would I (in any universe) want to hear about this man’s sexual exploits? Why? It’s a theme that is so pervasive in musical history and I simply can’t understand it. Are there good songs that have sexual themes? Yes. I can almost guarantee those songs weren’t explicit. Not that I follow this advice, but brevity is the soul of wit. Try subtlety and maybe an entirely new lyric set and also music, and voice and also don’t release it. Then we’re on to something. You know what. As heinous as adultery is, the other person in this song dodged a bullet. I can’t imagine anything less likeable than this song. I lack words to describe how much I hate this. Oh boy! More fake blues!! INSUFFERABLE WHITE GUY BLUES DRINKING GAME - Now if the singer says any one of the following words - Boogaloo, Momma, Daddy, Redneck, ol’, or anything of the sort. Take a swig. Use bleach for best effects! I am mad at the band for playing behind this. This is another explicit sex song by the world’s least attractive moron. Aren’t you excited?? If this guy was around 30 years later, he’d absolutely be buying cocaine off of the friends of the minor he was courting and performing horrible Limp Bizkit covers in bars his girlfriend couldn’t get into. Are we serious with this? Reminiscing about fucking a teenager is not a point of relation, Tim. It’s a point of me wanting to quit listening to music. This will be my retirement. Here let me workshop a song from this album. Ok, let me channel my Grover from Sesame Street voice. Ahem. “Ahhh girl I’m your daddio and you’re 14 and I’m drunk on rum, how about I engage in inappropriate physical touching and sing about how that makes me an artist. Rahhhhh gurrrrl that’s right I’m your daddio and you’re my sweet child and I swear this Jim Morrison gig is going to pay off some day just wait ahhh.” I hate almost everything about this with a depth I thought unreachable. While the band was good at points, I’m the most disappointed in them. Why? Becausewhat they did was act as a vehicle for this drugged out, talentless moron to detail his laundry list of sex crimes to the applause of near deaf weirdos who comprise the music listening public. I sometimes hate living on this planet. Death does not create depth. Can we not see a project for what it is before and after the demise of somebody? This guy needed to be checked into rehab/jail, and he wasn’t, so we got this album, his death, and the ensuing brain dead applause from the internet’s most self-assured dolts. Now, I’m sure if he WAS checked into rehab, we would’ve gotten more bad music (with a fraction of the praise) a multitude of allegations, and a set of Botox influenced pro-Donald Trump TikToks in about 50 years time. If this album apparently matters, so do lyrics and these were some of the worst I’ve ever read. A complete lack of self-awareness surrounding each disgusting bar. Greetings from L.A. is the sound of a male manipulators final wheeze. I look back to my starry eyed intro to this review and I can say without a doubt that this tasted awful, and unless the objective was to get me to hate music, it did NOT work. 0 HIGHLIGHTS: The Consequences of the Rockstar Lifestyle