If, like me, you loved her old music but haven't heard the new, I'll keep this short and sweet: avoid this smoking turd like AIDS. This pos almost makes her last disc sound good by comparison, a feat that only a year ago I'd have sworn was theoretically impossible.
Please, Liz, I love you. Exile in Guyville was a work of audacity and unmitigated brilliance. And Whitechocolatespaceegg was damned near as good. Hell, I even loved Whip Smart. But if crap like Somebody's Miracle is all you have left in the tank, then for God's sake- don't make any more fucking records.