It's the album you wish you still had never heard! The noble experiment of throwing Extreme lead singer Gary Cherone into the frontman spot in Van Halen with no preparation or forethought yielded this disaster of a record. Featuring the worst lyrics this side of Lulu and tribute band level musicianship, this one was a tough ride. But can we find anything to like about it?

It's time to take a trip to the used CD bin of the mid 90's! What was meant to be a return to the harder sound of Document and Life's Rich Pageant tuned out instead to be a tremelo-laden swampy mess and one of the most sold back CDs of all time. But...should it have been?

Fair warning: This was a rough one. But we did get a good episode out of it featuring the most PTSD conversation about a record album you're ever likely to hear.

She gave us one of the all time greatest albums of all time. And then gave us all the finger. This week we go spelunking in the murky depths of Liz Phair's self titled album from 2002. Remember 2002? It was horrible. Like, wall to wall. And this record, sadly, is no exception.

Take a trip back to the 80's for all of the lawsuit inspiring strangeness that is Neil Young's Reagan era output. Sledgehammer drums, walls of synth and all the BONK PLINK percussion this side of Fine Young Cannibals...but is it really that bad?

Lace up your doublets and pull the drawstring on your dice bag, because we're flying halberd first into the fantasy epic that is Music from The Elder. All past is prologue, and so is this record, so settle back for all of the exposition-only goodness that KISS has for you on this episode.

On this episode, we visit 1997 and delve into the electro mishegas that is Pop by U2. How bad could a record with song titles like "Mofo" and "The Playboy Mansion" be? Pretty bad as it turns out. But there are still bright moments to be had. Throw on some JNCOs and a baby doll T and join us...in the past!

We kick off the show with a look into one of the most inscrutable double albums of all time, 1970's Self Portrait by Bob Dylan. Purposeful attempt to shed an image or jumbled pile of nonsense? Join us as we try to puzzle it all out.