This came out in 2005 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
On this followup to her 2003 debut To Whom it May Concern, The King’s rebellious daughter Lisa Marie Presley continues to pen dark, confessional lyrics laced with enough expletives to earn her a spot on Deadwood.
And she continues to deliver them in a suitably brooding growl. Too bad she also continues to set them to generic instantly forgettable slabs of angry-gal pop rock from shlocksmiths like Linda Perry.
