I've got to say, it's better than I anticipated, for a woman pushing two hundred. The rockers really rock. Nobody has called her avant garde for three decades, but she holds her own. Unfortunately, there are a bunch of what I will call "ballads", but are more akin to confessional poetry set to aimlessly noodling string instruments. It's very hard to take her attempts at balladry when they are sandwiched between one track of her screaming deliriously and one of her faking an orgasm (must have been an uncomfortable session for Sean Ono Lennon), overdubbed by more screaming.

Anyway, surprised nobody seems to have notice this record. She's certainly in the media as much as any of those younger, post-confederate war pop stars.