The amount of liberties Herzog's movie takes in retelling the ill-fated 1560 Amazonian expedition in search of El Dorado is beside the point. The real movie is Klaus Kinski in the role of Don Lope de Aguirre and how closely it resembles a "Sympathy for The Devil" scenario. Which, despite what so-called accomplished movie critics tell you, isn't as spellbinding, shocking, or original, as they would have you think it is.

From the cover alone it's clear Buckcherry had entered the hangover phase of their career - at least to this point - and correctly they deliver to us a fairly lackluster follow-up. Appropriately, the most interesting song here is "Porno Star", amidst a murky junket of watered-down, corporate-approved content.

Man's debut record makes it easy to either love or hate them from the jump, being equal parts exasperating and charming. What else would an enterprising new act in the late 60s do but build on the Sgt. Pepper template, frame their friendly but sloppy acid-fried ramblings within the larger Story of Mankind, include a track with a woman feigning orgasms to further grab people's attention, and even throw in a VERY orgy-suggestive cover and.....??? Oh wait! You have Revelation - Man's debut album.

The premise of this one is really hard to stomach. I actually think if anything South Park's "Cancelled" is a far more likely scenario.

I cannot help but compare this to an old Night Gallery episode "The Flip-Side of Satan" where Arte Johnson played a nefarious disc jockey sent to what turns out to be his last shift. But this time it's Jerry Stiller as a crotchety talk show host and none other than George A. Romero himself wrote this episode...which, unlike Arte Johnson's entry, is a real Debbie downer. Sorry, but I've always preferred rock 'n' roll style disc jockey banter.