(By Anthony Easton) This is not apologizing for selling three million copies. It's the most aware of David Geffen as Sunset Mephastophilis since “Free Man in Paris.” It is a great feminist refusal -- that Billy wrote this shit, that ladies couldn't be Rock Stars, of the small and the sad. It is a track full of noise, and fury. It mentions feeling empty, being absent, going down -- but listen to it, everything is gnarled. It shreds, but it shreds like metal as much as it shreds like punk. Its noise works against the lyrics.