and what a fitting name it is

They were playing Brian Wilson's new album constantly at work last week, and I kid you not, people, contained therein is some of the most offensively bland aural excretia I've ever had the misfortune to hear.  If you ask me, the kindest thing for all concerned would be for him to set fire to his piano and then go lock himself back in the cupboard he's spent the last thirty years in.

It's called That Lucky Old Sun but I'd avoid it if I were you, Dan.  Funnily enough, my mate Dan (the Rev) is a Beach Boys nut but he thinks it's sh*te as well.