This is so bad and campy and irritating I absolutely love it. I especially love the absolutely horrified look my husband gets on his face when he walks into my office and hears me playing this, mangled, loungey versions of Ozzy Osbourne classics. Hands down, the best tracks on here are the piano-heavy "Flying High Again," accompanied by a slow, plodding bass and gentle percussion; the electric keyboard, muzak-backed "Mama I'm Coming Home"; the finger-snappin' rhumba of "Crazy Train"; the wailing saxophone, speed-walking bass lines and scat spoken-word bits of "Bark At the Moon" - shit, they're all equally "good." Bud E. Luv apparently has a book about being a professional lounge singer out on St. Martin's Press, too, which gives him an added validity that I just don't know how to react to.