This is a spectacular review. So much so that I actually believe what you say about the contents of the album. False modesty in the last sentence though, pshaw.
I've seen TODD once at the garage and it was fucking surreal. Someone chucked a glass bottle at the casio keyboard playing girl, the rest of the band didnt seem to care, the only person who probably would've done anything about it was their terrifying singer who missed it cos he was so fucked. He was on the floor in the garage swinging the mic stand like a battle axe at everyone in the crowd, everyone (me included) getting the fuck out of the way apart from some hippy kid on acid who was dancing in the middle of all this chaos like it was 1969.
It was so nuts i cant even remember what the band sounded like.
In a perverse way I want to hear what's so bad about it. I'm certainly not going to spend money on it though.
Only heard one Todd tune in the past on a freebie CD from Southern Studios, it didn't really grip me.