The worst album art in the history of Carter hides a collection of songs that aren't instantly likeable. It's a grower, like mildew. Half the time it borders on bubblegum pop, and the other half of the time it's got its balls in your face. There is an overwhelming sense of lethargy creeping in on the slower tracks. If you hate it, leave it on your shelf for a year and then go back to it with fresh ears and it may surprise you; it did me. Contains the worst song they ever recorded: Let's Get Tattoos. Despite my criticisms, it has enough of their usual attitude about it to keep me loving them.