After last year’s “Good Grief”, the irate girl on the phone has seen Yer Man hook her up with an electronically charged mystic & his flock of disco users & abusers. You can almost see the pulsing voltage lifting the roof off the place, while a certain young lady turns into a Whirling Dervish, insisting “doesn’t mean I’m weird, doesn’t mean I need to be in therapy”. After getting caught up in this, I think anyone could do with half an hour on the couch.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Dean Thatcher