Break out the Crystal Meth!
Break out the Crystal Meth! The most approachable man in rock returns from lengthy exile surrounded by a bunch of LA ‘legends’ who anyone with any sense will have never heard of (Matt Sweeney of Skunk?). The bad news is that, having purged himself of both his fanbase and his gothic rock fantasies with the last Pumpkins albums, he’s actually delivered a heartfelt frizzle of radio-friendly arena folk in ‘Honestly’. Honestly. “[I]I believe, I believe[/I]” gushes Sir Billy at the outset, before delivering a dreamy bauble of psychedelia. Crap name though.