This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
I have nothing against Billy Bob Thornton.
So if he wants to go and hire Marty Stuart and a buncha good old boys to sit around and strum while he half-sings and half-mumbles his way through a buncha half-assed songs and monologues about anything that pops into his little old Hollywood pinhead — be it the late Jim Varney (That Mountain), the Kennedy assassination (He Was A Friend Of Mine), his purty movie-star wife (Angelina), or even his apparent predilection for wearing her underwear (Forever) — well, you know, it’s a free country. But why the hell does he have to drag us all into his freak show by making us listen to it? If I want to hear somebody doing a lousy Merle Haggard impression, we can go see an infinite number of country cover bands. And If I want to hear somebody singing about their underwear, I can play a Madonna album. Next time, do us all a favour and keep your Private Radio private — and don’t quit your day job, Billy Bob.
