Nobody will be surprised to hear guest appearances from Kiss alum Bruce Kulick and Eric Singer, but a cowriting credit from Bob Dylan? Even Frank Zappa returns from the grave (alongside Dweezil and Moon Unit ) on a space oddity titled "Black Tongue." To top it off, Simmons throws in a straight-faced cover of Prodigy's technotronic tune "Firestarter." Of course, you also get the requisite pile of steamy rockers, including panting gross-outs such as "Dog" and "Sweet and Dirty Love." Simmons is subtle like that. Which is why there are also timely ditties such as "Weapons of Mass Destruction" (You deserve everything that you get/You're guilty 'til you're proved innocent) and the title track, a shockingly hummable slice of pop-punk bubblegum. If the idea is to present the man and his music, ***hole does a great job -- it's an audacious, mostly tuneless mess that wants nothing more than to take your money and get in your pants. At least Simmons is being true to himself. The real asshole is anyone who buys this piece of shit.
