This putz has one talent: being born blood-relative to a musical genius whose sense of family led him to choose a relative over recruiting a real lead singer. It's akin to having a pet snake turn on you after giving it the best life he could possibly ever have had.

Love carries on about his lyrical accomplishments. Does anyone really think Brian let Love write any lyrics for any other reason than to include his cousin in the creative process, in which he otherwise offered NOTHING!?!? He didn't really need him to write, he just let him.

"...she goes with me to a blossom world..." ... My God! Love's banal lyrics couldn't bring down some of the greatest compositions in pop music history, but they certainly didn't add anything worthwhile, either. He's tolerable within the framework of the 50th anniversary line-up. Take him away from that, and he's one of the World's first-class jerks.

What are you listening to right now? Surf's Up

A load of nonsense.