on 1 September 2000
I approached this with some trepidation. As a big fan of the Stone Temple Pilots and being aware of the personal mess Scott Weiland was in at the time of this recording I could only imagine a self-indulgent cacophany. I was knocked sideways by the sheer departure of this album. From the harsh distorted guitars to the Jim Morrison style poetic twists and the sheer moments of selfless beauty in such songs as 'Son' this recording is a personal voyage and a joy to be a part of.