No Kim Fowley album should ever be taken at face value, and this is just another example of his oddball chicanery in the face of established norms. Recorded while under a self-imposed exile in Scandinavia, this is an extremely self-deprecating and self-absorbed record. It's more professional than his late-60's works, but that's akin to putting window dressing over a pile of vomit. And Kim would probably agree with me.