IMHO: "Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary....

When one starts talking desert island discs, one needs to think of it as a committment similar to a marriage. Sure, who doesn't love a little Wayne Newton now and then -- but after you've really teased out the gender/German issues after the first 10 listenings, you're not coming back.

Trust me, Simon.

What you need is an album that gets better with every listen, with enough meaning buried within to reward even the casual play. And one of my all-time top five is finally on the Tubes. This would be the album where in the musicians credits, Elvis Costello lists himself on guitar as "Little Hands of Concrete."