Sho' Nuff. SEAN'S SHITTED AGAIN

One review began, "The album might benefit from the low expectations..."

Indeed, we've suffered such disappointment from Jo-Yo's second spawn, who figures this nice enough fellow will EVER come up with ANYTHING that even sounds like third-rate Lennon or Ono?

Gotta feel a bit sorry for him, as he always gets questions about Dad and Mum, and grew up in quite a bizarre fish bowl. But enough already. Especially with an awful, never-ending piece of pretentious prog-rock jibber-jabber like THIS:

Thanks, Rolling Stone, for the legal bootleg stream of the one song.

If this is the best track on the album...JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZES.

In his own weird and unpleasant way, Sean is just as much stuck in "Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds"-era Beatles knock-offs as his half-brother.

Julian's approach is to be wan, bewildered, lonely and melodic.

Sean, perhaps reflecting his Mum, chooses to embrace an Alice in Wonderland world, and make it WORSE with discord, Zappafrappes, and badly fried thefts from Genesis, Van Der Graaf, Tull, and any number of other now-dated sources.

At least he's no longer wearing dresses.

He does seem to have adopted a permanent pussy-fierce glower.