This "work" is the worst mass marketed thing that was ever lain down on a piece of wax. I have thoroughly ripped this monument to bombast enough and am only doing this because the Surgeon General forgot to put a warning label on this piece of toxic waste. Just listen to the 30 second trials of each "song" on this montage of horror. Don't give Yoko any royalties for this piece of garbage. How bad is this cankerous ode to banality? It is as meaningless and senseless as John's tragic death. Enough said! Yoko, how do you sleep?