well? was it worth waiting 17 years for? worth getting all misty-eyed about appetite for destruction and how it blared through the hallways of your high school as you papered the gym for graduation even though it was so friggin humid that the crepe paper sagged overnight so badly that you had to do it all over again and in the photo afterwards you looked like you had just run a marathon in a gown?
no.
all that tweaking, all that futzing, and finally, there's no there there. Chuck Klosterman wrote a good review of it here, but the review was more fun to read than the album was to listen to.
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